I’m not much of a crier most of the time. But recently when I was reading a book on a plane, I started crying. Of course, it came as a big surprise when tears came up, no matter how hard I tried, I wasn’t able to control myself.

　　Oh no, not this now. I thought to myself. But even as the thought entered my brain. I felt the first hot drop of salty water coming down my face. I put my head down, hoping that I could go on reading.

　　In fact, the harder I tried, the more tears pushed their way out of my eyes. You could guess how surprised the man next to me looked.

　　I dropped my head in shame. He must think I was crazy. May be I could turn toward him, hold up the cover of the book and say in my crying voice. "I’m sorry, sir. It’s just a really good book! "But I didn’t say anything. Instead, I just put my head back against the seat and let the tears run. Do you know what decision I made while I was crying? My decision was that it was okay if he thought I was crazy. I’d rather be crazy than be the kind of person who wouldn’t cry when the situation called for it, or who wouldn’t let herself feel anything at all.

　　I’ve been that girl who has spent so much time trying to make sure people didn’t think I was crazy. But now I don’t want to be that girl any more—that bored and sad girl. I’d rather be this girl who is able to forgive(原諒), love and act, even if it means being disappointed or being hurt again and again.

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