We each live in our own, personalized bubbles: the boundaries marked by our routines, interests, and comfort zones. I liked my bubble (and admittedly, I still do). It’s a safe-space. In there is the luxury to consume myself with myself and use that self-preoccupation to validate my unavailability. We’re all busy right? And so, sheltered in that bubble, I granted myself the privilege to ‘feel’ for people and causes without ever moving my thumbs away from my phone screen.
Our caring can be cheapened by an unwillingness to pay the cost of actual investment: time, involvement, relationship-building, etc.
At some point, the discrepancy between having good intentions and actually caring must become clear. Intentions are birthed internally, and they can exist without ever developing further. If not challenged to express itself, intentions will grow into nothing more than empty sentiment. Caring, on the other hand, is a verb. In its truest sense, to care requires action.
If you want the best for someone, a community, or the world then you cannot afford to stay stuck at ‘wanting.’ Eventually you have to step out.
