Why, I don't care about You?

And why would I? 

- I don’t even know if I exist, let alone you or us.

I mean —

I cannot.I am unable to.

For how can I care for something

I cannot prove to be real?

The care I say here is not the care we speak of in general.

Human beings, as social creatures with emotions, do care about a lot of things—and of course, about a lot of people around them. 

But this care is not me being coaxed by emotion to bind you, justify you, judge you, or your actions and choices in life.

Me not caring about you means that I know nothing about the world we exist in, and I know nothing of whether what I’m doing—or what you’re doing—is right or wrong.

- I don’t even know if such a parameter as ‘right’ or ‘wrong’ truly exists.

Perhaps right and wrong are mere echoes of a mind seeking orders in an unordered realm.

When I say I don’t care about you, 

it’s simply an expression of isolation—because we, as humans or as any being in this realm, exist in separateness. 

I say I don’t care about you because you and I, as entities, cannot truly carry each other anywhere.

- So when

I say I don’t care about you, it is not rejection — it is recognition.

 Recognition of my own helplessness, my own impermanence.

“For I cannot even seize my own existence, let alone yours.”

And thus, 

I say it again — I do not care — not because you do not matter, but because neither of us may truly be. 

- I don’t even know if I have the ability,

to sustain myself or even to seize my own existence. 

And perhaps ,

that is —

Why I don’t care about YOU.🍂