Funny, isn't it?
People cry when they are sad,
but the tears that confuse me
are the ones that come when we're happy.
A child cries when he enters the world,
and a mother cries because he did.
A soldier returns home,
and the father who taught him to be strong
forgets every lesson and wipes his eyes.
A friend leaves for years,
then walks through the same old door,
and suddenly nobody can find the words.
Maybe tears were never meant for pain alone.
Maybe they appear
when the heart carries more than words can hold.
When grief arrives,
we cry because something is missing.
When happiness arrives,
we cry because, for a moment,
nothing is.
And I think that's beautiful.
That the same eyes
which witnessed our darkest nights
are also the first to overflow
when the sun finally returns.