Caring

What is it about life that makes it so special? Each person is born into this life as an investment. Each child blessed enough to make their way out of the womb instantly becomes tainted by the soil of the earth. Tainted, by the feelings we possess, the love we receive, and the people we are expected to become. Who am I to say that there is a right and a wrong way of living? Maybe this world wasn’t meant for all the things that people have placed into it. We take Mother Nature’s values of life for granted, not even savoring what she has to offer.

We’re too busy consuming our manmade fixations, letting these fads take control of our God given fascinations, perceptions, and fates. Again, who am I to say that our lives have been predetermined by a higher being? There is no faith lost here; I’m just accepting reality as it is. My thoughts go deeper than most peoples, especially those that are my age. Maybe if I would’ve been raised with a little more care, my life would be a lot better than it is.

I tend to care about those who could give a damn about me