Its My Journey and I’ll Cry if I Want To

It is totally your prerogative. Some of the more depressing moments in my chats with people are when an old geezer looks back on his life with regret. There’s usually a terrible pall hanging over the conversation. We shift uncomfortably and wait for the philosophical lines like: I did what I thought I was right, or, at least my kids are healthy and happy. Gosh. That’s some cold comfort.

It is totally your choice to cry if you want to, it is your party. Usually when we choose to cry instead of party, we have some good reason for it. Often those reasons seem pale or insignificant the further we get from the event - you notice that, right?

If you feel like you look back with sadness or you know that you never look back (just keep running), it might be wonderful to seriously reconsider how much grief, how much suffering, how much pain, how much anguish, how hard you think like has to be. These decisions could be decisions. They could be somewhat in your hands. It could be a great time to review and rewrite some of this. Crying is good. Crying is dehydrating. Partying is good. Partying is dehydrating. If you’d like a different ratio of those two, you can probably choose anew.

Note: there’s heaps of help for both partying and crying. Don’t go it alone if you are stuck in a cul-de-sac of troubled trying to get to the highway of moving on.