Beautiful Sadness

I am grateful for learning to cry. I didn’t used to have that ability. I still don’t use it to its full potential, but I’m learning. Crying can be a good thing. Holding things in just makes it more painful when they come out later--and they will come out in the end. This evening I drove up to the temple and cried to my Father in Heaven for a while—it’s really weird, but it almost felt good, I can’t quite explain it. It’s like the Goo Goo Dolls song, Iris: “you bleed just to know you’re alive.” Sometimes crying can make me feel, and that’s priceless, especially right now. Here’s a good quote to describe it (Trey Parker and Matt Stone): “I love life…Yeah, I’m sad, but at the same time, I’m really happy that something could make me feel that sad. It’s like… It makes me feel alive, you know. It makes me feel human. The only way I could feel this sad now is if I felt something really good before. So I have to take the bad with the good. So I guess what I’m feeling is like a beautiful sadness.” Maybe that’s what it is. Maybe tears are a blessing.