# What do you call it?

Part of being human is being vulnerable at dire moments. And as much we try to put up a heart of stones towards circumstances that call for our attention, we will eventually feel the forced ignorance take a toll on our progress; ***we care even when we don't care.*** This explains a lot about why, in one way or the other, we must find ourselves something to hold on to, cherish, and shower with every myrrh of care. Contrary to living like this, we find ourselves unhappy or void in our deepest selves, at least from my experiences and observations. My question exactly is, what do you call it when you let go of care even about people and things that you are used to caring about?

What makes a man leave a wife and everything that turned his skies blue, shuts off the beauty of love? What makes room for anger in hearts that lived as brothers and all they can see is a weed they want away from their world? A friend turned to foe, a father turned to a monster, a lover to a poison ivy that no one wants around... what changes a man? And isn't it funny, how we can easily change when we want to protect ourselves yet it'd be a climb on Mt. Everest if we were asked to without cause? Well anger, emotions, feelings, call it faith if you want to, all this, can make a man either a villain or a hero.

Everyone has tried to disqualify their existence, validity, reliability, and even way to control it but at every age there seems to be a recreation of their dimensions. Once we think we have figured out a way to control love, then we realize we were only captured by it at the same moment. We try to figure out what it means to have faith and we start peeling off the covers of the "TRUTH" but eventually we realize the loop never ends. We think we are on the right but each day that rises is proof of how wrong we've been and continue to be. There are things we can't comprehend and that's okay. As long as we are aware of our steps, that's all we can comprehend at the moment.

Suffice it to say, it is no surprise how deviated people look who try to immerse themselves in ideas and issues in a quest to comprehend that which they cannot. Deep down lies an answer that Mother Nature has kept for anyone to acquire, that humans are not built for extremes, be it extremes on good or on bad, right or wrong, none of them are to be extreme in a person's life. All we can live to do is appreciate the shadows the same way as we appreciate the light and do what is in the field of our control. Love, care, faith, anger, joy, hatred; every emotion, is a power that makes every human a god, and as angels can be used to save lives, they can also be used to kill, so let's use our powers for what befits our universe.