It is easy to choose not to care about anything, it is very hard to care about everything. I myself am dealing with having learned to turn my heart off to certain things. Things that would just be too overwhelming to carry.
A friend of mine died recently and it was incredibly shocking. He was much younger than me, I guess he was driving too fast on his bike. One of my first thoughts was that I could have been kinder to him. Maybe if I’d reached out more, stayed more consistent in his life, maybe he would have stayed more tempered.
We can’t know what will happen to us nor the people around us. We can only dictate our words and actions. I, however, am much less kind than you — I hope that those who can’t be bothered to exhibit the slightest bit of empathy are cursed to suffer in the ways they’ve been overtly willing to ignore. I hope they experience what it is to decay and have the world fade around them.
It would be poetic. Aneurotypicality is not an excuse for callousness.
I’m sorry for your friend, and yes mortality puts life into new perspectives.
But I want to make it clear… I am not kind. I just have values I live by, knowing what your values are is your guiding star when you can’t decide to care about something or everything. I have a train-wreck derailment of people I’ve made angry in my life by sticking to my values and principles, and I feel zero regret about it, because I know my values are correct, and I don’t compromise at a certain level.
I am getting increasingly distressed by how alien this seems to modern generations, and how many people are open about the fact that they can’t decide or figure out how to build their values and seem to default to “attitude” over ethics.
It is easy to choose not to care about anything, it is very hard to care about everything. I myself am dealing with having learned to turn my heart off to certain things. Things that would just be too overwhelming to carry.
A friend of mine died recently and it was incredibly shocking. He was much younger than me, I guess he was driving too fast on his bike. One of my first thoughts was that I could have been kinder to him. Maybe if I’d reached out more, stayed more consistent in his life, maybe he would have stayed more tempered.
We can’t know what will happen to us nor the people around us. We can only dictate our words and actions. I, however, am much less kind than you — I hope that those who can’t be bothered to exhibit the slightest bit of empathy are cursed to suffer in the ways they’ve been overtly willing to ignore. I hope they experience what it is to decay and have the world fade around them.
It would be poetic. Aneurotypicality is not an excuse for callousness.
I’m sorry for your friend, and yes mortality puts life into new perspectives.
But I want to make it clear… I am not kind. I just have values I live by, knowing what your values are is your guiding star when you can’t decide to care about something or everything. I have a train-wreck derailment of people I’ve made angry in my life by sticking to my values and principles, and I feel zero regret about it, because I know my values are correct, and I don’t compromise at a certain level.
I am getting increasingly distressed by how alien this seems to modern generations, and how many people are open about the fact that they can’t decide or figure out how to build their values and seem to default to “attitude” over ethics.