Glass Eyes

Thursday, August 15, 2013

The other day I was talking with a friend and we were discussing how we, as people, don't typically like to cry in front of others. How by crying we feel like we are opening up our souls, showing a side of ourselves that we don't want to share with others. Advertising that we don't have it all together, that our ducks aren't in a row all the time. 
This friend of mine is the type of personality that is always bubbly and positive, that you look at and question if they have any other emotion options. Even despite all of the things she has experienced at a fairly young age, she has this incredible outlook on life. 
As we were talking she started to tell me about some difficult things she is facing in her life right now. The tears started pouring down her face, coming in contact with one of the largest smiles I have ever seen. I looked at her, and I felt for her because her eyes were telling a different story, she was hurting. It was strange that she had such a large smile but nothing I hadn't seen before. 
I got overwhelmed and somewhat abruptly spited out, "CRY! Even when your sad your still trying to smile but your eyes are screaming, I HURT! Just let it out!!!" She took a big sigh and loosened the curves of her mouth so that they matched the expression in her eyes. I felt an overwhelming relief for her.
We can attempt to make our faces hide our true emotions but the eyes never lie. If you look into my eyes, your parents eyes, your dearest friends eyes and you really look, words are often unneeded. 

Emily is sweet, she knows how much I love quotes and sent me this one in a text message yesterday, no cliff notes, just the quote. 

“The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It's the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she shows & the beauty of a woman only grows with passing years.” 
― Audrey Hepburn

When did we learn to hide our emotions? That what we are feeling won't be accepted? That we will be  judged by others? In the end does it really even matter what others think? I know the answer is no, but still we care, I care.
I'm learning. Learning that my eyes speak more honestly than my words often do, and in the end I should sync the two. I think syncing the two would solve a lot of humanities issues, increasing our quality of being human.


  1. Man, so good Kati. I have been listening to myself lately, each time I meet a new person, and listening to how proper I can be. "Hi, nice to meet you. Oh nice, you live there? Yes, the weather is beautiful. I'm just finishing school. How about you?" Bla bla bla and I notice my posture, it's so proper too. What's really nice, is when people reach out and touch each other. I met this one girl the other day and she was telling me something she was excited about and she just reached out and grasped my arm. it was our first conversation but her posture was so open. I loved it. I want to be more like that. I loved this post.

    1. It's so easy to fall straight into that superficial state of masking what your feeling. I had a similar experience with someone where they reached out touched my arm as they were telling me a story, at first I was taken back but then it sunk in and made it more comfortable, able to take down a guard and open up. :) Thanks em.

  2. It is so hard to be willing to be a mess - to let people see you without a smile. You are one of those rare people who make people feel comfortable enough to let their guard down, to say it hurts, to be vulnerable. I sure love you Kate. I hope you know we are here for you too when you need to cry, shout, curl up. I love you. xo

  3. It feels good to cry and whenever it happens in public (which for some reason happens more than I ever anticipated) I just remind myself that anyone who is looking has been here before. We are ALL human. Cry it out. It's only natural, and necessary.


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