There is no cure like laughter. Hard, loud, gasping-for-air kind of laughter. Tears clouding your vision, jaw hurting, body shaking.
It kind of sounds like hysterically crying, doesn't it?
But laughter is, well, better. To state the obvious.
Crying has it's place. But laughter? Laughter is always acceptable.
(Well, not always, but you get the idea.)
I always seem to laugh harder after crying. I laugh truer. My body, purged of sadness, has nothing to expel except joy.
And there's so much to be joyful about.