To Care or Not to Care – that is the Question now

I care too much. And because I do, I tend to let emotions get the better of me.

Emotions are not bad in and of themselves. But as everything is bad in excess, emotions too can be detrimental, even hazardous to human health and life.

Why do I care?

The question is not a simple one.

I care about my family. I care about my friends. And I care in a lesser degree about my neighbours. But that’s it.

Sorry to disappoint, folks. But if you ain’t on my radar, within my visual range, I do not care about you. I hope you won’t take this the wrong way.

So, fine, you will say but why then did you wonder aloud, no less, about it:

To care OR not to care?

In life, one must make one’s bed and lie in it. My bed is made of emotions for the people I care about. Admittedly, this is not always a good thing. Because, as my BFF recently pointed out, life ain’t symmetrical and your behaviour will not be mirrored by others.

One never gets in life what they put out. That is a bovis stercus delusion.

If it were, then all it would take for good things to happen to good folk, is for them to just be.

As it happens, no amount of caring, loving, being infatuated with, or friendly with someone, will be sufficient to make them love you back, care about you, or respond to your friendship in kind.

Sometimes, they will, but not always.

So, why care? Because I like being a sucker I guess.

Although more and more I am faced, confronted even with the reality that as we are born alone, so will we depart this realm of existence.

Then, why not care? If you’re disillusioned with life and the way things are, why not give it up and start living alone, away from others, who have so much disappointed you with their strange wild unfriendly demeanour?

Because, what those lonesome billies out there do not know, is even though we are born and die by ourselves, we are social animals. We need others not just to survive but to exist in this realm.

Without human companionship, togetherness, which all require an act of free will, a bonding agent, so to speak, there can be no meaning to Life.

Caring is not optional. We are born to care. And we die when we stop caring.