I am who I am because the tears of my past have watered the magnificence of my present.

I'm not leaving until you stop crying" he stated pulling me down so we were now laying on my bed facing each other

I realize we all walk around pretending we have some control over our fate, because to recognize the truth--that no matter what we do, the bottom will fall out when we least expect it--is just too unbearable to live with.

The more death, the more birth. People are entering, others are exiting. The cry of a baby, the mourning of others. When others cry, the other are laughing and making merry. The world is mingled with sadness, joy, happiness, anger, wealth, poverty, etc.

Mother earth cried so much that she has pool of tears more than the land of happiness.

These men are worth your tears. You are not worth their merriment.