Define ourselves as we choose, but in the face of harsh, unforgiving surroundings, it takes great strength to maintain grace, beauty, and elegance.

Tears of sorrow, tears of joy, and I had thought: that's just about it; until I realized, tears of shame, the pity for me, for getting so worked up about the inevitable, petty things in life, and then being smacked in the face with someone else's painful tragedy; perhaps, it is a lesson; otherwise, how would I feel the weight that shame imposes upon me.  And I'm glad that I'm able to feel that - my tears of shame at knowing the depth of my own self-indulgence.  Yes, all tears all good.

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