Cry, Please.
I asked my doctor, “why do I find myself crying sometimes when I hear a beautiful song or see a beautiful landscape?” She told me, “it’s because you’re alive.” If she’s right then I’m more alive than I was a year ago…
I suppose that’s a good thing, but it does leave me wondering, why the change? I haven’t come up with an answer for that yet. Aging? Hormones? I suppose that’s the simple answer. Perhaps as we look out from where we are and see fewer days ahead of us than we see behind us, we get emotional. Maybe. I’m not buying that completely. I think something fundamental is occurring. That’s what I like to think. A new awareness. The realization of how lucky I am. A realization that every minute is precious.
Whatever the reason. I believe I am better for this. My eyes have been “opened.” This could be a calling, a nudge, that I need to get going. I need to start looking at the world differently, with more appreciation and more caring.