pride

There is nothing more beautiful than listening to a moving speech and being touched in a way that you know others sitting right next to you could never understand.

Maybe it's knowing that somwhere out there, there is someone like you who is also tearing up, someone whose life is being saved (possibly litterally) by the words of one person, the very words you are listening to.

Or maybe it's the indiscribable experience of feeling someone else in your heart, hundreds of thousands of someone elses, all crying the same tears, all feeling eachother, all holding eachothers hands in the dark. 

Or the feeling of being connected to someone, anyone, on a deeper level than others can understand, and the knowledge that the the people you are crying for are crying for you too.

It's this connection to others that we missed out on during childhood, that was replaced with feelings of being different and alone. It's the connection that we find, when we find ourselves, when we find our brothers and sisters, our home. It's the connection  that we make when we all take the same path, we all go throught the same thing. It's the connection that's almost too good to be true, because you've never felt like you belonged anywhere before.

It's this connection that we hold on to, we hold on to eachother, fiercely, a flame burning in our hearts, our one heart.

This is what brings tears to my eyes.

This is what connects us.

This is pride.