Being an optimist is about seeing the best in the world.
That said, optimists are still people. They can cry and feel despair like anyone else.
We all feel down sometimes, whether it's a situational or personal thing. It has little bearing on our philosophy. And also, just because one is sad now, it does not mean one will be sad tomorrow. It's quite unfair to invalidate a person as an optimist because of a period of depression.
I wish I could cry more. I'm an optimist, at least I think so.... but still there are times when I just feel heavy, and sadly for the past year or so, it's been really hard for me to cry. I managed to do it a few weeks ago and I forgot how good it feels. Such a weight lifted, like it's all been holding me down for so long. Anyway I still feel like I need to let more out.
Having said that, crying isn't always out of pain or hurt, but can be out of overwhelming joy. I've had those cries too.
Moral of the story, crying, like anything, in moderation is a very good thing for anybody. Like I said, I wish I could do it more. :p I'm worried something's stuck inside me and I can't get it out. I really don't know why.
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Sure, go ahead and weep. What is your terrible tragedy? I've had many myself. Be thankful that God will hear your prayers. He even hears those who weep more than otherwise. See Psalm 30.
Psalm 30 (KJV)
A Psalm and Song at the dedication of the house of David.
1 I will extol thee, O Lord; for thou hast lifted me up, and hast not made my foes to rejoice over me. 2 O Lord my God, I cried unto thee, and thou hast healed me. 3 O Lord, thou hast brought up my soul from the grave: thou hast kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit.
4 Sing unto the Lord, O ye saints of his, and give thanks at the remembrance of his holiness. 5 For his anger endureth but a moment; in his favour is life: weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.
6 And in my prosperity I said, I shall never be moved. 7 Lord, by thy favour thou hast made my mountain to stand strong: thou didst hide thy face, and I was troubled. 8 I cried to thee, O Lord; and unto the Lord I made supplication. 9 What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy truth? 10 Hear, O Lord, and have mercy upon me: Lord, be thou my helper.