to the accumulation of tears in my eyes is the demonstration that the pieces that i meticulously buried deep in my heart, are eager for sunlight. and to the realization that i am not that omnipotent being that i always thought i was who's capable of suppressing these pointless things they call emotions, but merely a weak servant of life who constantly needs intensive reassurance. you've got a message; my pride says: "fuck off!"
Perhaps the only reassurance necessary, is knowing we always have the 'choice' to be happy - no matter how many times we might have to try. And sometimes, knowing we have that choice is all the strength we need.
Keep cheerful :-)