A Tear, A Hush

Content Creator: Trisha Sanjeev
Content Editor: Fariya Chohan​
Blog Designer: Halima Asif

An open letter to all the boys and men who believe crying is weakness, a societal lesson primarily influenced by the patriarchal system that admires the superiority of men.  

Dear men and boys,

Every night you tiptoe into the solitude of your bathroom, to stare into the glistening,  sorrowful eyes of your reflection. And as a tear runs down your cheek, just before it reaches the imperfections of your jaw, you wipe it. You can feel that lump in your throat grow, fighting to be let out, yet you blink a couple of times and muffle the tears, the emotions, only for it to sink back right into the melancholy in you.

You don’t feel passion or zeal anymore, and you never will if you bottle up and suppress your thoughts further. All the brightness and happiness that your future holds, it’s turning bleak. Your relationships, just another distraction, and more than anything, your own SELF, it is lost in the vastness of that empty feeling, struggling to stay afloat.

This society, in which you unwillingly exist, taught you, “Boys don’t cry. It makes you weak and fragile.” but deep down, you don’t want to believe it. Haven’t you been pushed into this vicious whirlpool of judgments that drag you down, but have you not always found a way to swim,  back up to the surface?

Cry it out, yell it out. Do whatever it is that will help let those compelling emotions out because, you’re only human and crying is not a sign of weakness, rather it reflects the innate sense of humanity that ought to exist in every person. It strengthens you because it helps ease the intensity of your distress and above all, it makes you feel better even if you’re still not the best version of yourself. 
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​Crying enables you to better place your feelings, it helps you understand what you’re feeling at that particular point in time because crying, after all, is an expression of your emotions, be it sorrow, loneliness, helplessness, or even happiness.

​Cruel intentions taught us that life is a bittersweet symphony, a roller coaster of feelings,  experiences, and emotions that give you a rush of adrenaline at one point but on the contrary,  tip you off to your lowest, at another point.

On a concluding note, the composition of life is carefully orchestrated by you alone and so it lies entirely in your hands, whether to make it a sonata that lifts spirits or one that pulls you down because your sorrow defined it.