I often envy those who do not care,
Whose hearts do not bleed each day,
Untroubled by the sorrows in others’ lives,
Able to keep the world around them at bay.

Never to be bothered by a baby’s wail,
Or be disturbed by an innocent tear,
I yearn to be freed from my sympathies,
And live a serene life, year by year.

I’d love to be oblivious to everyone’s pain,
Unaware of troubles other than mine,
Unconcerned with the tragedies befalling the world,
Entombing myself in my own private shrine.

It must truly be great to close one’s mind,
And be blind to the world outside,
To live in a cocoon, in your own little realm,
Where your peace-loving soul can reside.

But to be untouched by the beauty of a rose,
Or feeling no joy from a toddler’s smile,
Would giving up such things just for peace of mind,
Ultimately prove to me worthwhile?

Never again to enjoy a sweet sunset,
Or share love on a cloudless afternoon,
These pleasures, though simple, are oh so grand,
Do I truly wish to give them up so soon?

To delight in a laugh with a dear old friend,
Or share my sorrows in times of grave pain,
Perhaps they’re all part of what makes us alive,
So we may see the wonder of a gently falling rain...

I now appreciate the gift of an open heart,
And through life’s storms I’ll forever stand tall,
I know if one does not feel, then one cannot live,
I’ve learned that caring is not such a curse after all...