Why Do I Care?
Hmmm, well, after bloody hells, I was in quite a mood, let me tell you. Quite a mood. It isn't all due to Item the First either. It's due to other things, too. To whit, people. And myself, for being a people, I suppose.
So's I go outside and I ask God: "Why do I have to care?"
The answer comes back, as it always does when I'm in the pit of despair (which is generally in the armpit of the night too): "You don't."
That gave me a bit of a stop, 'cause it's true. I don't have to care for people. I don't have to try the help people. I don't have to stop stuff because I think it will hurt somebody. It was the time for a different question.
So I says to the Big Homie, "Okaaaaay, then why do I care?"
The answer was suitably cryptic and also suitably comforting. "Because you do."
Now, that might not make a lot of sense to a lot of people. In fact, it doesn't seem like much of an answer. But is not the wisdom of God as the foolishness of men? It was what I needed. Well, my bro's home and he seems to be ticked about something, so I'm turning in...
So's I go outside and I ask God: "Why do I have to care?"
The answer comes back, as it always does when I'm in the pit of despair (which is generally in the armpit of the night too): "You don't."
That gave me a bit of a stop, 'cause it's true. I don't have to care for people. I don't have to try the help people. I don't have to stop stuff because I think it will hurt somebody. It was the time for a different question.
So I says to the Big Homie, "Okaaaaay, then why do I care?"
The answer was suitably cryptic and also suitably comforting. "Because you do."
Now, that might not make a lot of sense to a lot of people. In fact, it doesn't seem like much of an answer. But is not the wisdom of God as the foolishness of men? It was what I needed. Well, my bro's home and he seems to be ticked about something, so I'm turning in...