faith in spectrum

Under the glare of the sunlight, a man recites poetry to the God he knows. He cried along the way to his apartment, hold back and wiped off the tears, too sweaty to be this sad, songs became so much devastating in his plugged in headphone. He’s home, still crying and hopelessly hoping. Someone just broke his heart and all of a sudden, all sadness and mourning are recall. It felt like there is no one he can count on. He’s sideway laying down in his bed, clenched his fist, wrinkled his own body, can’t hold back the tears, and felt like loosing excitement in life. He’s looking to the ceiling for hours and then fell asleep, that was a hard cry.
He woke up in the morning, get a cup of coffee from nearby cafe, then he giggly mumbling;
“ah I’m not that sad, I just haven’t got my coffee yet”
He’s been thinking about how relieving it actually is to have a good cry after going through some frustrations and how sweet God is sometimes in tribulations.
So, who dares to measure this man’s faith?