I love to cry, to weep.
I do not agree with the stoics; or more so the modern online caricature of stoicism as a sort of rugged emotionless masculinity. if you do not cry, this is not a sign of strength; it is a sign that you do not hold reverence for life. This type of thinking, that emotions are lesser, that withdrawing from life equates to a strong will; to me, is the tool of weak wills — individuals who cannot experience the fullness and intensity
of life without breaking, so they choose to withdraw.
If you choose not to cry, you also choose not to laugh. As one cannot exist without the other. The tears are what enables joy, what makes it feel so full. Stoics are merely people who can not hold this balance.
I cry and I laugh. I am tender and I am strong. I am a poet and a warrior. This to me is perfectly harmonious; I want to experience everything this life has to offer, letting it all come down onto me, never to back down from the dance of life.