I regret not crying. There are times that such joy comes to my heart but I don’t let it leave my eye’s. Maybe it is because I was raised that real men don’t cry that I continue to tighten my tear ducts. Don’t get me wrong I’ve cried in front of entire audiences but that is only when it became a flood such as incredible moments of pride in a loved one and then I look like a babbling fool. I cry at every sad occasion that it’s time I add some more water to the good times as well.