I always wondered how there are two sorts of people. Those who care and those who don’t. Caring about what exactly? you may ask now. Well, caring about everything and anything beyond our little selfs, I’d say. Caring about other’s welfare, about justice, about human rights, about literacy, about poverty, about humanity both globally and in our own lives.

I usually see the ones who don’t care always talking about the latest movie or music video, the next door neighbor’s newest car or worst: about themselves. They are often self-absorbed. You know them when you happen to sit next to one, or worst amid a group of them. The conversation would start casually. I’d chat happily along. Then I’d get bored after 30 min. Hello??!! is there anything else more important here than cellphones, shoes or cars??. These persons don’t seem to see beyond their little -or big- noses.

And then there are the others. They seem usually quite odd to the first crowd . They tend to be quiet and observing. But hey once you throw them into some sort of debate, they turn into fierce fighters. They usually like to read and absorb the world around them. Then, they analayze and ponder. Then, there inevitably comes a point when it has to come out. At times, I feel I carry the burden of the universe on my shoulders. I know. I am one of them. Sometimes, I feel it’s more of a curse than a blessing. I must say I envy the non-carers (does that count as a word?) sometimes. Their, shall I say innocence, is good for the soul at times. They laugh hard, party often, but give charity less.

But would I want to be in that state for ever?  I’d bore myself to death. Plus I’d be ashamed looking myself in the mirror when I’m brushing my teeth at night. Maybe I’d have fewer white hairs, on the light side. Reading just one more news about famine in Africa along all the food wastage in developed countries will send me into my serious mode again. I know talking or thinking about something doesn’t change anything in reality…but at least I care!