There are people who get emotional at everything, breaking down when anything happens to any living creature; weeping at weddings, retirement dinners, and bachelor parties; and sobbing at every cute and cuddly chick flick in creation.
Then there are people who are rocks, stoic and unyielding. Give them a picture of a puppy being swatted with a Saturday Evening Post and their countenance remains unchanged.
I suspect most of us fall neatly into the middle, that we break down only on rare occasions.
Books, movies, music, and television all do this to us.
We weep for various reasons. Sometimes it’s because what we’re reading, watching, or hearing is so exquisitely well done, so mesmerizing, so beautiful, that we’re moved to tears.
Sometimes it’s the content of the song, movie, book, or show to which we can relate; something in the lyrics or plot that speaks to us as if it were speaking only to us. These lyrics can remind us of where we were and how far we’ve come. They can remind of us our triumphs, our loves lost and gained, our defeats.
So what speaks to you, personally, so strongly that diminutive droplets of saline liquid trickle down our cheeks?
Okay, here’s mine. I have more, but here’s one to grow on.
There’s a Robert Hunter song, performed by the Grateful Dead, called “Brokedown Palace.” One of the lines in the song is:
“Mama, mama, many worlds I’ve come since I first left home.”
I liked the lyric so much that when I gave my mom her Mother’s Day card this weekend, I quoted it.