I was once told that crying is not a sign of weakness. Ever since birth it has been a sign that we are alive. 
I never understood the dynamics of crying. Why people cry. Let alone why I cry. I guess it’s a matter of what tugs your heartstrings & well, how hard it’s being tugged.
I hate to admit it, but I’m a crybaby. But I do have to admit, those instances of crying were never mistaken as weakness. In fact, it’s only after the worst cries—the ones where you’re hyperventilating  & screaming on your pillow till you have to go about the next day, the ones where you take that extra long drive around the neighborhood when you’re feeling alone more than ever in your own car, the ones where you grasp an extra tight hold on your hair in the shower—the I realized how much pain I am able to overcome.
For every thing that I’ve wanted ever so badly, I can name something that I’ve lost. And many of those cases, I’ve lost a lot of things that I’ve wanted ever so badly. But up to this day, that never stopped me from wanting it, or more of it, whatever “it” may be. And had it not been for those tears, I would have never known how much those “it”s actually meant to me. How human, how alive, & how real those “it”s made me.
So you know what, go after it, win it, lose it, cry over it. And when that’s all over, just remind yourself that it’s not the end. It will happen one day.
It’s gonna be all worth it.