What Matters

Ask me about tens of thousands of people hurting and dying all over the world, I may not care. But you do.

Ask me about governments rising and falling, I may not care. But you do.

Ask me about the humanity that does not seem to exist in me, I may care a bit. Okay, more than a bit. But you definitely, most decidedly, do.

I wonder whether your pressure on me to yield to your ways and yours alone makes you care, I doubt you do. But I care a lot.

I care when it is about you and me. I care when it's about the life I lead. What good can I possibly do with views like mine caring about things that move you? It's easiest and most tangible when it's about my life and you in it.

It's not that I don't care about the right things. I only care when it matters. I assure you, humanity did not skip my generation or bloodline. I'm as human as you are, and will be.

Imagine, a mind like mine, having to care about every unjust crime according to the laws written by man. Would I ever be at peace? Are you at peace? Will you be at peace for when it matters then?

Do you not see, then, you care about the world enough for the two of us, while I care enough about us?

Answers. Here are your answers, let it bring you some peace. For, I can only hope, again, that my peace will someday be restored. At this moment, your happiness is what matters. To me.