Here’s a poem I wrote a long time ago:
another thing explained
I'm of the belief
that tears of joy
don't exist.
All tears are born of sorrow.
If we cry during happy times
It's because
we accept that life
cannot always
be this good.
I may or may not still stand by this perspective but it doesn’t really matter. Everyone reading this can relate to those moments when you’re driven to tears despite experiencing palpable joy.
Why does this happen? Here are a few guesses…
Grief: We’re grieving someone or something (youth, innocence, potential, etc.) we’d love to have there with us as we enjoy an experience.
Imperfection: Life is imperfect so our minds may set unrealistic expectations and then drift into thoughts about how things could be better.
Exhaustion: Even positive moments and accomplishments can be draining to achieve, leaving us emotionally and physically exhausted and thus, more vulnerable to sadness.
Negative thoughts: At a happy event, we may encounter someone with whom we have a conflict.
Negative memories: Even as we cheer for someone else, we ponder how many things didn’t work out as planned for us.
Passage of time: This is what I was getting at with my old poem. It’s a paradoxical blend of mindfulness and nostalgia — wistfully “recalling” a wonderful moment while it happens.
Whatever you may perceive as the cause of humanity’s countless self-inflicted wounds, if only we could agree on the remedy.
In the meme-time…
In closing: Do not conform to the patterns of Substack...
As we progress through the month of March, you may witness more changes on this Substack — possibly related to posting frequency.
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I do believe in tears of joy, at least for some people. I tear up at baptisms, even if I don't know the person. But yes, if I'm tired, I can tear up at almost anything.
And thank you for the reminder about apathy vs disgust(and perhaps self-preservation?). I'm not sure I always make that distinction accurately
love, love,love this Mickey!