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I'm Not Crying, You Are.

  • Writer: freshairnocares
    freshairnocares
  • Jul 4, 2018
  • 2 min read

I'll admit it. I am extremely emotional. I wear my heart on my sleeve and many things make me sad and introspective. Commercials often get me. That episode where Uncle Jesse is going to move out of the full house (makes sense, looking back). Viral videos of soldiers returning home for their child/sibling's graduation or to their dogs is always a biggie. And looking at my bank account is a guaranteed tearfest.

Anyway, it shouldn't surprise anyone that while traveling I have been known to shed a liquid drop or two. Sometimes I've cried because I was homesick.

Sometimes I've cried because I was having a heart to heart on top of a Fjord (reference: previous post).

And other times it was because I had seen something so beautiful or meaningful, that I just could not bottle up the emotion, so it came out in tears.

These tears are different.

They are happy tears.

It's the kind of tears you get when they haven't run out of salt bagels at the deli

at around 11:30 a.m...but more meaningful.

Now, I have only seen one of the 7 Wonders of the World, and to be honest, I can't say that it made me cry. In fact, if you remember from a few stories back, I was listening to Beyonce whilst traipsing through the Colosseum... so obviously I have no standards...

However, the 2 things (so far) that have made me well up from sheer beauty and wonder was:

1. A church in Italy.

2. Sitting with my legs hanging over the side of a small balcony in an authentic Spanish club, watching authentic Catalonian flamenco dance below.

Both things made me feel so small, enlightened, and lucky.

I sat there in both instances and thought,

How? How am I here? How is this possible? What a wonderful world.

And then,

Oh my god, am I actually crying right now?!

And believe it or not, I don't really have great pictures of either instance to show for it. I'd like to think that's because I was busy being humbled... and crying...

Whatever. I'm not ashamed. And I know there will be tears again.

After all, there is a great big beautiful world out there with many more amazing things to see.

And I can't wait to see it all... or at least a small fraction that will suffice my wanderlust heart.

Credit: Youtube

Onward!

Skål xx

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