Why cry is not treated something good like laugh

Why do people stop others from being sad? Why do they say, “Don’t cry”? Why does the world always try to make sure we are happy?

What is it that sorrow does not receive, but smiles do? Is sorrow something that harms the body, or is it simply the heart that aches and continues to weep quietly within?

Why do people try so hard to make us laugh, and why do they pray for happiness above all else?

Sorrow, in its own way, gives strength, while happiness can sometimes make us careless or overconfident. Scientifically, both are just emotions, both release hormones, both shape who we are. Yet sorrow, if not understood or embraced, can lead us down the wrong path.

A life filled with sorrow is undeniably harder to live than a happy one. It weighs on the heart, sometimes even making the body fall ill. But when a person rises from sorrow, they rise stronger�"no longer lost, but steadier, their strength doubled, their life transformed.

It hurts deeply when someone mocks or provokes a person who is already crying. Instead of comforting them, we should let them cry, let them release their pain. If you cannot support someone in their sorrow, at least do not take away their right to feel it.

For me, crying has been a source of strength. My tears come so easily, as if there is a quiet pool waiting behind my eyes. It takes no time at all for them to fall. And yet, those tears have helped me find myself. They have stayed with me when no one else did, comforting me in silence.

Whenever something goes wrong, I let myself cry, and then I wipe my tears and begin again. Maybe God knows that if I cry too long, my pillow would be soaked, so He gently carries me into a deep sleep. And in that sleep, He heals the injustice, softens the pain. When I wake up, my heart feels lighter… though I still miss him. And so I reach for my phone and ask, “How are you?”

Please don’t judge people who cry. They cry not because they are weak, but because they feel deeply and cannot change what has already happened. They cry because they miss what was, and what could have been.

To me, tears are gentle�"like rainwater that touches my lips and whispers, “Don’t cry, I am with you.” A quiet reassurance from God.

�" Jessy Jacob ❤️