My mother once told me, "Kaitlyn, you have the gift of crying."
Whoa, wait. Who said it was a gift?
It's true. I cry a lot. I mean a lot. Daily. Obviously, I cry when I'm sad. I cry when I'm angry. I cry when I'm happy. I cry when I'm hungry. I cry when I'm nervous. I cry when I'm excited. I cry during every movie, I can even cry while I read. And often, I cry just because. It's just who I am, and for me there is no better way to lift the weight and stress of my world from my shoulders than by releasing it through my tears.
But a gift? I've never thought of this trait as a gift.
It should come as no surprise that tonight, I cried.
I read an article in the Salt Lake Tribune that devastated me. So I cried. And then, I cried some more.
I cried because of genocide happening all over the world.
I cried for my own country, and the selfish choices we make without realizing all that we already have.
I cried because of the drug wars happening in Mexico and the countless number of victims that have been claimed.
I cried for the shameful wars happening in Iraq and Afghanistan and Israel.
I cried for the sweet underprivileged children that my mom teaches, many of whom wake up daily to seemingly hopeless futures.
I cried because I feel overwhelmed and hopeless over the conflicts, wars, and hate our world faces.
I cried and cried. And cried some more. Now I'm crying again.
So, crying is supposed to be a gift, huh?
Along with every other reason that I cry, I undoubtedly cry when I feel passionately about something. No matter what it is.
I guess it could be a gift. A gift of expression.
So, although I'm heading to bed with a tear streaked face and a discouraged heart, I'm grateful tonight for all that I'm blessed with. I truly am blessed. I hope that the path of my life leads me in a direction that will bless me with opportunities to help ease the burdens of the many people in the world who have little to hope for.
And that, I feel very passionately about.
Kindly,
Kait
Kait
