Laugh

Laugh and the world laughs at u. Cry and you cry alone. What do they mean by saying that, whoever said it? Does it mean that we all should become nothing but clowns, the inside so very different from what is shown on the outside? That we all should paint big red smiles over our drooping mouths and just cover up all the hurt, the pain, the care within us that makes us weep? Or does it mean that there’s really no one there to share your grief, and that there’s no real reason why nobody cares enough to cry with you, it’s just the way things are?? Looking at all those caring friends and family around me, I should think that this ‘universal truth’ doesn’t really apply to anyone-except me. Sure, I have friends and family, but there’s no one who would cry because I’m crying, there’s no shoulder to even cry upon, and there’s no one to hold me up. Maybe no one knows or no one even cares that I need some support. Or maybe Allah has decided that I’m strong enough to cope with not only my own problems, but provide a strong support for others myself…hmmm…maybe that’s it. Laugh and the world laughs with you. Cry and the world laughs at you, God laughs at you, the sky laughs at you, the wind, the sun, the stars, the clouds laugh at you, all your loved ones laugh at u…until, finally, somewhere in the deep, dark chambers of your mind something, and idea, a thought, starts to glow, and you finally learn to laugh at yourself