Crying for a softer world
something gentle
Dear Crying Angels,
Do you sometimes want to stop everything and just breathe?
In a world that often seems to value strength, resilience, and toughness above all else, there's a silent longing for something softer, something gentler. We find ourselves yearning for a world where kindness is the norm, empathy the landscape, and compassion the guiding force.
Let’s take a soft drink: Tears are teachers, and they let us know where to go.
It's in the soft tears that we shed in moments of bubbly joy and deep sorrow, in the hands held with your friends, and in the understanding smiles exchanged between strangers where we can find real meaning of being human.
Fantasia. Disney, 1940.
Thoreau said that contemplating nature is as a form of prayer
an maybe it’s just looking at the clouds slowly moving and crying.
Looking at the moon on a clear night.
Breathing really fresh air on a winter afternoon.
All the molecules of oxygen.
A star can also be a tear.
All the stars in the ocean.
Whenever I doubt whether my greatest thoughts…are just shallow, I give myself a mental kiss.
Honey, you are just human.
One more microscopic dot between generations and generations and generations.
Love and Tears,
Pepita
