@dansinker I know it's trite, but
caring truly is a revolutionary act.
It makes you vulnerable. What if you thing you care about turns out to be shit? What if the creator of it is a secret sexual predator? What if it gets cancelled? What if you pour your heart into something and nobody
else cares?
Could you keep going?
Would you give up?
Would you be brave enough to keep caring?
It can be exhausting. The world churns and recycles and buries and resurrects. What you choose to care about may disappear and reappear; it may mutate into something you don't recognize. It definitely won't last forever. Nothing does.
Would you find something else?
Would you keep
wanting to care?
Or would you become a cynic?
Being a cynic is easy nowadays. "Everything" is terrible, after all.
But "everything" is
not terrible, not really.
"Everything" is far too big to be painted with a single brush.
"Everything" is terrible? Okay. What about this one thing? Is it terrible? Is the sun coming up terrible? Is the smell of flowers terrible? Is a pet's love terrible?
Is waking up in the morning instead of, you know,
not waking up, terrible?
There are always little things that are not terrible.
Sometimes there are big things that are not terrible.
Care about them.
Care with all your might.
Caring is one of the things that makes us human, humane.
To care is to want to make a difference.
To care is to have something to fight for.
Find something to fight for.