Tears are a response to an emotional state, pain or a physical irritation of the eye.

Sometimes tears come when we are cutting an onion. Our eyes become irritated and they need to release the element that is causing it.

Tears of pain aren’t fun. We bash our toes into a standing fan and break two of them and bam, those tears are flowing!

Tears of sorrow. Quite possibly the worst! Overwhelmed with grief, we have no other option but to let those babies come. We release all of that anguish in the moment the waterworks start.

Tears of joy. Those are nice ones. We become so overwhelmed with happiness, that tears flow from our eyes and then we eventually burst into laughter.

Tears are natural and are the brains way of releasing neurotransmitters. So if you are sad, it makes you feel better and if you are happy, it makes you feel happier.

But what of the tears we wish to drink from our enemies, like Genghis Khan wanted? I have a coffee cup that says that on it which got me thinking…Can a person really be so vengeful to want to do that? I think the answer is yes.

We see this a lot today. We don’t know who is telling the truth, what to believe, who to listen to or where we stand in all of it. It just seems to be a will of control and power. No tears are being cried over there.

But there are plenty of tears being cried by people who are struggling. And there is a lot of those folks.

I have found this entire Covid to be nothing short of tragic. Not just the lives that have been lost, but the fact that no information has been forthcoming in anything about it.

People have lost their jobs, lost their homes, lost their dignity, health insurance, the ability to pay for food, and the right to show their pearly whites as they express a much needed human emotion.

And after all of the asking, not much is being done in the giving department. Just ask ask ask and take take take. Everyone has raised their prices, but you aren’t getting any better service or better quality merchandise than you were before.

Where does it end? How does it end? What is being asked of all of us that we aren’t quite getting? Is it to be more savvy? More controlling? More reserved? More stingy? Or more giving?

I think the best thing to come out of all of this is Mother Nature getting the break she so rightly deserves. It’s ironic really. As powerful as men think they are, she has shown she is still far superior and pretty much put us all in our place.

People have been wearing masks far before Covid, so I find that pretty ironic as well, since they have now become the new norm. Now we can all hide who we really are, which is a damn shame, if you happen to be a person who is authentic.

I don’t like wearing a mask because it itches and fogs up my glasses. But I wear one because I am being told to. No other reason. I was on an airplane a week ago and was sitting right next to two people. While waiting to board the plane we were standing shoulder to shoulder. So much for six feet! I was wearing a mask because I was told to, but I didn’t feel any safer. I don’t like to fly. Flying doesn’t make me feel safe, it had nothing all to do with standing so close to humans.

How do the Ghengis Khans of the world become so notorious? They punish anyone who does not submit to their will. Perhaps the nightly news will reiterate that history always repeats itself, no matter how much you try to ignore it, tear it down or simply go along with what is being asked of you without asking why.

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I’m a creative. This means I live in my head, my heart and my imagination; simultaneously. I love acting, modeling, writing and coming up with new ideas to help inspire others.

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