18/06/2026
As you grow, evolve, becoming wiser, more loving, compassionate, aware and kinder, you’ll realise that you still cry - a lot.
But somewhere over the years, the texture of your tears has changed. The tears nowadays are happier, the molecules more joyous, the atoms less stinging, and the salt tastes a lot sweeter.
These are tears of a beautiful life - very different from the tears of younger years that were more from the pain you were going through. The tears of the 20s had a sharp sting of betrayal, abandonment, rejection, humiliation, and just plain anger at life. But the tears now have the caress of healing, the embrace of wholeness and the soft kiss of gratitude. They still do hurt at times, but nothing that a self-hug can’t cure.
The tears of the wonder years were of the scars that left indelible marks on your soul. But the tears of today are how you have turned those marks into tattoos that you wear with pride - once painful but now healed.
The tear stains of the past that have left scars are evidence that you have lived, endured, and healed - not that you’re broken or limited. Those tears were the kintsugi of the soul, not to be hidden, but those that made you more wholesome, beautifully imperfect and put together with love and resilience - still with a tender heart, knowing that it can be broken if dropped, but one that also knows that love, gratitude and forgiveness are the most potent glues in the world to mend anything that’s broken in our fragile lives.
Your tears and your scars are chapters in your book. They are not the final paragraph or the blurb on the back cover.
The teardrops that soaked pillows many years ago are the ones that have created the very ocean of happiness that has become your life. Those scars were roadmaps, showing the path you walked but not the journey you have to walk from here on. Your tears and scars tell the story of where you’ve been. They don’t dictate where you’re going.
Your soul isn’t defined by the wounds and tears of your life. It is defined by how you turn that pain into light. Your scars and wounds are where the light enters, and your tears are distress flares that get the light’s attention.