I think all our misery started the very first time we cry. You know how it feels like to cry - right? Even when you stop, the sadness looms over you, sleeps in you. There are times when you seem to forget it, but we cry again, and again, and again. I’m beginning to think that we grow bigger only to contain that larger amount of pain that is inside all of us. Hidden in the mask of our older selves, is everything that has ever hurt us.
