The World of Leonardo Morgado

I’ve become rather tearful of late.  I thought I was made of sterner stuff but in the last couple of years many things cause me to well up in a rather pathetic fashion.

My cheeks get moist when I hear or read a heartbreaking news story.  I sob during scenes of sadness in films or on television and most of all I blub when I see others blubbing.  I’ve either got something wrong with my tear ducts or I’ve turned into a rather sentimental fool.

At aged thirty-six perhaps I have onset of early mawkishness, a condition that many men fight hard against getting as the majority of my gender view it as an affliction.  Personally, I’m letting my emotional being express itself in whatever manner it sees fit.

The last time I shed a tear was whilst watching Wall-E that absolutely wonderful film by Pixar.  That film symbolises why I don’t try to fight back the tears that my body feels is necessary.  Wall-E is searching for humanity by trying to connect with another being by touch and in this technological age where everything appears to be getting more and more “virtual” actual physical “contact” appears to be becoming obsolete.  As someone who spends a lot of time “online” I’m aware of the dangers of becoming detached from the world and from people.

To be moved by something real (not superficial attempts at heart string-pulling), genuine and honest means that I haven’t turned into an unexpressive, unemotional shell and perhaps crying will help me retain my humanity.