SHORT STORY on personal reflection.
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....
Our grandma...once felt stubborn & rigid, whereas now feels like home. We often felt she's hard like a crust but we overlooked her from inside, where she belongs very soft. Taking a pause and understanding the fact love is always not considerate, its a emotion to be felt in its own way.
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DeleteShe looks fragile outside but she is the toughest spirit i have ever seen because she has long decoded the true essence of life . Maybe she is stubborn but little did we know the circumstances had made her that way. I have observed her for a long time and every time I see a mother's unwavering love and a true warrior we know⚡
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