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I wonder what the world would be like if everyone cared... Like, I know some people are what it's called playing around throughout life, and eventually you want to care for everyone... eventually. But then that feeling blurs out and suddenly life simply keeps going... and eventually no one cares again. I wonder what true care is... is true care having everyone in the back of your mind? Does the cared person care about the caring person? That's why I wonder what the world would be like if everyone cared... I wonder if a life lived to its full extent, like people who were famous and cared for millions of other people, at the end of their lives they were happy, like did they go with a smile and no regrets? I guess I feel unimportant. No one really cares... life goes on regardless. What would it be like if everyone cared? I think it's sad that people are dying every day; people who were here long before you and me; people who lived a long life and went through it time and time again, until there was nothing left to go through... Do you think I'm dumb? I know I could be saying millions other things, but I feel like this is an enough important message... like, I could be talking about my day today; someone made fun of me making a vocaroo on a chat room and they mocked me and what I said, because it was a deep philosophical matter, and they mimicked me and made me feel silly (I hope he's not reading this, though I doubt it.) Whatever, I don't know why my mind directed towards making this post, because I feel like I'm a living joke and my life will not really matter in the end... because I feel like as a person who doesn't speak English I no longer trust my way of expressing myself through it, or because I feel like I don't want to wait for people to take years to realize they should care about everyone unconditionally, because that's the truth, raising a kid makes you wonder if that kid would go through all a parent experienced, and we all know how scary that is... that's why bringing life into this world is not a joke, because humans are big, complex machines carrying the knowledge of the world, but here's the thing, it takes time to realize, and most people or a lot of people never realize until way later that they should care about other people, and by other people I mean everyone, and how important that is, or they do and after a couple of minutes or the next day, everyone is still dying, and dying, and your mind doesn't even fixate over that for one moment... rehearse and repeat. So, does anyone really care? What would be the point of me talking about mundane things if I don't ever bring this topic up? I could, and I would bring mundane topics up because that's what I like to do from time to time, and I care about my mental health and my problems, so that's why I write on this website. I think I expanded myself too much on this, so I'll leave it up to the next generations to figure out how to be more careful; careful in the sense of caring more for others, because sometimes it feels like no one in the whole wide world cares about you, and that might be far from the truth, but in the event of my demise per se, no one will remember me; no one will remember me and my struggles, even if I put up a fight and gave it my all.
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