Read from a Sunstar column earlier today – an unseen woman in somebody’s office is always heard crying. Cries that literally disrupt anybody’s lonesomeness. Why and what she’s crying for, nobody ever knows. The columnist wonders if the intangible woman ever tires of crying, and through her (the columnist’s) thoughts, even coaxes her (the lady ghost) to “leave the unwashed dishes on the pantry, the unflushed toilet, the desk with the unfinished deadlines.” And further tells her to “Go out. Have a life. There’s more than one reason to cry.”
I totally agree.
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While hearing mass this morning, an elderly couple sat beside me. When we were about to sing “The Lord’s Prayer”, the old lady reached out for my left hand and held it. In the middle of the song, the lady breaks into a sob loud enough for my nosy nephew X to stare at her. The young boy’s reaction rather embarrassed me I had to give him a stern look. During the sign of peace, I saw the old woman still in tears but somehow managed to smile at me. I was so moved I secretly prayed to God to go on and help her first with whatever it is she’s asking for. That I can always wait for mine some other time.
Honest.
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Crying has become a daily exercise for me lately. I cry over being unemployed for the last 4 months; over missing my immigrant sisters; each time I pray the rosary, tears just voluntarily fall on their own; I cry over uncomplicated tv and movie plots; reading the news whether real or fabricated ones, makes me cry; even the Azkals' recent victory over Mongolia made me teary-eyed! I’m worried my tears are beginning to get uncontrollable. They’re starting to become idiotic and insensible.
Oh dear, can somebody please help me?
