The Capacity To Care

idealism floods the mind of youth--- mixed with the naïve passions of a life just beginning to experience, great actions can be spun out of honesty put into motion--- hearts soar in the bliss of youth, often unappreciated, often burnt away so quick, but there is a point that Mr. McCartney dabbled upon in “Live and Let Die,” when a life turns like spoiled milk, when somewhere along the way the issues of the world, the world itself outside the small bubble, it no longer matters as it did once before. just when does the capacity to care begin to wither? is it the onslaught of pressures that come on increasingly quick? the job, the house, the significant others coming & going, the kids that come, the kids that go… are these the things that make one stop thinking about the world outside their little bubble? is this the world that makes one stop caring? are there any real reasons that make sense when the capacity to care dies? does the stress of one’s individual life somehow make it alright to be blind in the forest, to see a blended, fading cloud of color where there had once been trees?