Age..........
Emotions.... as in, showing, allowing them to surface...
My father, he of the greatest generation, adhered to the constraints "men don't show emotion." It was there, always, for he and others..
It took 70+ years, affliction (Parkinson's), life, all added up - before he ever did. While I very much disliked the health invader. I looked at his added up years, coupled with tears, as a blessing.
By golly, it was in there all the time.
And you?
I, we, are blessed by the 'rings of the tree' we add each year.
I dunno about you - but the clamp on the hydrant of emotion has been very much loosened by the years, past events, love, 'video compilation' of all things, people, past.
I'll be looking at a photo album... watching a movie that sparks recreation of an era... listening to a song that usedta make me wanna beep and bop - now, become a silent, emotional mess (in a good way)....
I suppose - if we're gonna take the time to snooze, refresh, regenerate, plant the toes on the ground, raise, rinse, renew - we might as well emote too.
If that's not your thing - I am way cool with that. Not prescribing, preaching, trying to alter... just here to say, I don't mind 'tearing up' in the least. In fact, I appreciate it. It ain't forced, I can't hit a lever and it happens, it simply happens - controlled by whatever it is in the brain that relates "Victor, you're lucky to have lived this, appreciated that and the fact it means a lot to you."
If we are here to ingest the entire ball of life's wax (good, bad, indifferent) feel is ok, appreciated - and certainly not confined to the closet.
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