There
is something so beautiful about a movie that touches you on an emotional
level. It slides past the surface of
entertainment to move something in your heart…in your soul. You may not even be aware of why or how you
connect with it, just that you do. You
are a part of it. You are in it. You cry.
They might be tears of sadness.
They might be tears of laughter and joy.
But you cry. You can’t help it,
and you can’t stop it. It is so deep, so
touching…so you cry. And when this
happens, you just let the tears come.
You don’t try to stop them. You
don’t wipe them away. You just let them
snake down your cheeks and soak into your shirt. Because it’s real. Emotions that you have been holding back,
bottling up for weeks, months, or even years, suddenly come rushing out in a
torrent. Everything you have, everything
you feel is in those tears. It’s
cleansing and cathartic.
And
it was a movie that brought it out of you.
Someone wrote that script, someone acted it out, and someone directed
and produced it. Without ever knowing
you or how it would affect you, they put that project together. And with that work, they managed to evoke
something deep inside you. Chances are
that if you were to have seen that exact same movie at a different time, it
would not have had that effect on you.
It was a perfect storm of emotions.
And
other people can’t understand it. They
walk in, and they see you crying at a movie, and they don’t get it. And that makes it all the more beautiful,
because it’s rare and special. You are
connected like nobody else. Nobody feels
like you do. Those are your
emotions. Those are your tears.
