Witnessed two broken hearts the past two days. And my heart aches for them.

On one hand, I long to bring words of comfort and consolation. Yet on the other, I know that no amount of words can lessen the pain of a grieving heart. Instead, the best kind of support you can give is your presence and a listening ear. After all, what can you possibly do or say to someone whose world has literally crashed over him/her? To ignore it? To pretend that nothing has happened? To immerse in work/studies/any form of distraction?

Call me insane, but I find that tears are God's way of bringing healing. To me at least.

Someone once commented that in order to start the healing process, you need to acknowledge that "No, I am not ok. I am hurting badly." You need to know your pain. And I agree with him.

Often, we tend to hide our pain. We ignore it. Perhaps it's a cowardly side of our human nature - we dun like to know that we are not in control. We are helpless. We refused to acknowledge the fact that we are not as 'put-together' as we like ourselves to be. Or perhaps it's our human pride - we dun want to show that we are vulnerable.

Yet the irony is that in order to be healed, you need to know that you are not ok. It's like a sick man refusing to visit the doctor because he simply didn't want to recognise that he's sick. Guess what happens? His condition gets worse. And over time, his health deteoriates. Up to the point where he's 'forced' to visit the doctor. But by then, his condition would have been a lot more worse than what it was initially.

So for the world of me, I wonder - Why would anyone want to do that to themselves?