cry it out.. cry aloud..

cry it out.. cry aloud..

शोकक्षोभे च हृदयं प्रलापैरवधार्यते।

पुरोत्पीटे तडागस्य परीवाहः प्रतिक्रिया॥

भवभूतेः उत्तररामचरिते ३-२६

śokakṣobhe ca hṛdayaṁ pralāpairavadhāryate|

purotpīṭe taḍāgasya parīvāhaḥ pratikriyā||

bhavabhūteḥ uttararāmacarite 3-26

A worthy quote from the great drama Uttararamacharitam by poet Bhavabhuti

When one's heart is just heavy with grief to the point of bursting, such miserable state of mind can be soothed only by loud crying, and shedding of tears.

It is just like a lake getting filled with water and raising to levels of overflowing.. The water has to gush out with great force and as quickly as possible to restore the calmness of the reservoir..

Often the capacity of a person to hold back his tears and act with controlled equanimity is considered as a sign of bravery and loftiness of character.. But nature has its own ways. The mind has its own ways.. They would withstand pressure only to a limited extent.. Beyond that there could be explosion

To control or check anything beyond certain limits is dangerous..

If we try to suppress our emotion beyond certain limits, our brakes will snap.. the sensible persons might cry it out.. and the adamant fellows might turn crazy..

Better to cry and then regain balance rather that becoming a mental wreck..|

A classic from the poet Tennyson comes to mind

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Home They Brought Her Warrior Dead -

Poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson

Home they brought her warrior dead:

She nor swooned, nor uttered cry:

All her maidens, watching, said,

‘She must weep or she will die.’

Then they praised him, soft and low,

Called him worthy to be loved,

Truest friend and noblest foe;

Yet she neither spoke nor moved.

Stole a maiden from her place,

Lightly to the warrior stepped,

Took the face-cloth from the face;

Yet she neither moved nor wept.

Rose a nurse of ninety years,

Set his child upon her knee—

Like summer tempest came her tears—

‘Sweet my child, I live for thee.’

Alfred Lord Tennyson

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Of course this does not mean that we should justify the tantrum of some persons who will wail and beat their breasts for anything and everything...

Life and melodrama are two different things.