The one and only time when I was part of a stage act was probably when I was in kindergarten and the name of the play was "I don't Care.." The story of a little boy who kept saying that and the things that happened to him.
I caught myself saying that today and then started thinking. Do we ever stop caring for people we love, issues we identify with or for that matter anything which becomes a part of our lives, for however short a period.
May be we just stop showing it. Time starts piling up transparent layers each time you stop yourself from sharing a thought or celebrating an occasion or skip a chance to be together. One day you realize that the feeling is gone. You can no longer see what you cared so much and why you cared.
Most times unintentional but at times you have to admit, you have connived in the whole process. A world of possibility never materializes as you steer yourself towards another alternate reality. And it all starts with "I don't care..."
Good one! But please elaborate on - Time starts piling up transparent layers.
ReplyDelete@GP.. Mr.philosoher I have to get into that mood again to answer you :D
ReplyDeleteand that as you know comes once in a blue moon :)