It’s hard to care sometimes. Or should I say, it’s easy to not care.
If I didn’t care, I wouldn’t have to watch where plant my feet. I wouldn’t have to try to convince the ones I love that they are wrong (if they are wrong, that is haha). Even those that aren’t close to me, is it wrong to try to correct them if they’re heading the wrong way in life?
Lately, I’ve found statements thrown around that are either obscurities from the truth or outliers from it. Some of these people I have no clue who they are. They’re people I’ve found online that have come up with their own judgments on faith and blast it at people. I know that I have no obligation to reply to these fools, but what if others are persuaded by it? What’s the harm in putting my 2 cents worth? But as I speak, people seem to either misunderstand what I say, twist my words, or just go on a complete tangent. It gets stressful trying to convey my point. At times, I just give up, seeing that some people are just stubborn and don’t wish to learn. But what about those who are curious?
And then theres a situation where I should have tried harder to help a friend out. They were heading the wrong way and I was too passive about it. I didn’t want to “tell her what to do.” I remember in the past (9th grade maybe), I said my opinions and people started saying that I was trying to control their life. Obviously I wasn’t (well, maybe not obvious to the reader). I just wanted to state my opinion on a topic before they might ruin their life. Maybe the spirits of the past haunted me and I decided to be passive with this one recent friend. I just hope she doesn’t ruin herself.
So where is that balance? Where is the focal point when you decide to stay or give up?
I guess if I really do care, trying never hurts if it comes from a loving spirit.
