LUHA

Isn't it a wonder? How could God make up a human process such as crying. Express your emotion and a fluid comes out of your eye. Fluids generally come out of our skin, and different holes in the body but in the eye? Why? Why not let the fluid from an emotion come out of the hand? Or from the breast? Or from the knee? Why does it have to be so obvious that it should come out from the most recognizable part in the body?

Perhaps it was for the drama. Yes it is the drama of the body. God must be a drama queen and  the greatest production designer that comes out of our everyday play that we forcibly make in our lives . Everything is so scientific and sometimes ugly in the human anatomy. And to put some aesthetics and drama. The fluid should come out of the eyes... 

Sweat comes out because of strenous physical activity or in unnerving situations. Saliva remains because it has its own purpose. Our pee comes out because something inside is full and must come out. But tears are very different. What does it take for it to come out? a realization from the past... a surprise... a meeting of 2 people... a sight to behold... a sight that unfolds... a failed romance... a pain so greatly kept deep inside... Bridges of Madison County... And everything else seems superficial.

But what about fauceted actresses like Juday? Hmmm... its a talent... that bowing down and coming up in 3 seconds teary eyed and waiting for the directions on what side of the cheek you make it fall. It's talent of the tearducts. And thou shall thank genetics and your anatomy for that.

Personally, i don't like to cry. I don't cry in funerals. But i cry in movies. I cry when i read, see my old pictures, felt surprised, feel pain on my teeth and lots of other trivial stuff. As much as possible on my acting rakets i do not favor scenes that will instruct me to cry or will tell me when to cry. Give me a picture then let my emotions do the talking and let's see what happens. Crying equals emotion and i do not want the obvious to be reiterated. Crying is an ultimatum. The defeat. The clamor for power. THe climax of what you feel inside. and it's so great you don not want your tears to be spoiled until you have reached the ultimatum. That great dark chasm of the first tear. The perennial sob. The delight of the eyes talking and slapping them of what crumbles inside. And then you'll just love it. You'll absolutely love it even if there's mascara and a flaky foundation. And from that position, you know that you are beautiful.

And that can absolutely take you in less than 30 seconds.