Odd thoughts: Tears and Pus

Something reminded me of my dad today and a tear rose to my eye. Sometimes it caches me off guard and I'm surprised by the still fresh sharpness of emotion. The path of sad is a crappy one, but I've walked it before and know it eventually gets easier, though still crappy.

And I had this really wierd thought, a metaphor fully formed, tears are like pus. They are the result of an infection of the soul. The abscess forms just below the surface and eventually, pop. Sometimes we bury the infection, turn away and pretend it's not there, but the infection doesn't go away. It festers and waits, finding other avenues of escape, sometimes poisoning the system.

Like pus, it seems best to release tears as early and as completely as possible. You may never get them all out, but there seems to be far less scarring if the abscess is dealt with rather than ignored. Eventually, all the pus plays out and only the soreness remains.

I don't know if that'll work for anyone else, but it made me feel better.