Dare to Care?

Why do we still care? Why, when after being shot down over and over and over, do some of us still hold out that hope that things might be different the next time? Why do we continue to crawl into bed and lick our wounds, only to get up and try again tomorrow? When you really think about it, there is no sense to it and yet, it is the pattern of our existence, some of us. Is there a point then, when it stops? Will there come a time when we stop trying, whether from accepting the inevidible or simply giving up hope? Is this continued hope simply wishful thinking? Do we think that as long as we keep hoping and remembering what was that we keep the path open for it to be again? Do we fear that if we give up, we lose any chance of things going back to the way they were? Is it a fear of letting go or of what we will find as the alternative? Is this a weakness or a curse or is that merely circumstancial? Do we even know why we're doing it anymore? Is it still at least partially for them and because we love them or only for ourselves in attempt to hold onto something we feel might otherwise be lost forever? Worse yet, is it simply because we would feel guilty not to?

I think, depending on the person, it is a combination of many, if not all, of these things - both fear and courage, true hope and false hope, pain and a certain numbness. I also think that there comes a point when none of us know why anymore; we can't put a reason or rhyme, we just either do or don't.

Maybe holding on can show a sort of strength and unwillingness to give up on them, no matter what happens. Maybe it shows just how much you care and that nothing could ever make you stop. Maybe it's not a weakness and is, on the contrary, the exact opposite.