Tears are a form of instant gratification from the magnitude of pain one feels through the inevitable outflow of blood. 

It's true when they say that behind every smile lies an untold story; behind every tear, an untold truth. I've learnt not to judge, not to make assumptions on the lives of others for they travel on different journeys, and they fight different battles. We've all got problems that we cannot run away from, that we wish we could run away from, that we never really run away from... To say "it'll be alright" is a mere redundancy, but when the world seems to be crashing down upon you, leaving you buried in your knees, ripping your soul out... It'll be alright. "It could've been worse", I was once told. 

I realized something when I was rock climbing yesterday - every rock that I grab onto, the rougher my hands get; every time that I almost let go, and hang in mid-air, I hold on even tighter. Gone were those immaculate hands that were sheltered from the elements of this world. Gone was the innocent mind that lived against the notion that a world which created such wonderful things, could be bad. Because to survive, you've got to hold on to those rocks tightly, it hurts, definitely, but this is reality making its marks on my skin, telling me that pain demands to be felt.

It hurts, but it reminds me that as of this moment, my heart is still beating, for a reason unknown.