â€śToo often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around.â€ť ~ Leo Buscaglia
Letâ€™s close our screaming mouths for a moment and open the soft ears of our souls.
Iâ€™ve got a burning question:
Is not giving a f*ck an ideal worth striving for?
I trulyÂ donâ€™t know.
In thisÂ past week alone, I’ve seenÂ Mr. I Don’t Give aÂ F*ck’sÂ bold body jump across my computer screen inÂ countless articles andÂ Facebook status updates.
And, yes,Â he’s very dashing. With a cigarette perpetually hanging fromÂ his luscious lips and long, dark hairÂ that catches the lightÂ perfectly, heÂ zips up a rippedÂ leather jacket and jumps recklessly onto a black motorcycle.
And, sure, he’s sexy, butÂ he’s not for me.
HisÂ blasĂ©, carelessÂ attitude isÂ less than impressive.
I’m not falling for it.
But,Â more than that, I feel like saying “f*ck it all” (while seductive) can actuallyÂ become aÂ strategy to suppress our emotions.
It can become a faĂ§ade.
It can become aÂ super-secret hiding spot.
I know this because I’ve done it.
After all,Â aren’t we most apt to say “f*ck it” when we do in fact, care a lot?
In my experience, yes.
It’sÂ easy to hideÂ vulnerability and fear underÂ wild screams declaring howÂ littleÂ we care.
It’s easy to put upÂ smokescreen of “I donâ€™t give a f*cks” and present aÂ less-than-genuine version of ourselves.
It’s easy to papier-mĂ˘chĂ©Â false freedom acrossÂ our faces,Â when beneathÂ it all,Â we areÂ sad and scared and struggling.
But, sooner or later, the truth always leaksÂ out from under our shiny masks.
Thank goodnessÂ for that!
Because bitterÂ as it may be, the truthÂ is beautiful.
Becauseâ€”really, if we think about it, maybe the world doesnâ€™t need us to scream how we don’tÂ give aÂ flying f*ck.
Maybe it needs us to care more intensely, more completely, more profoundlyâ€”about ourselves, about others, about the fleetingÂ preciousness of this life.
Maybe it needs us to rip off our sparklyÂ satin facadesÂ andÂ reveal beautifully vulnerable, bleeding, trembling hearts.
Maybe it needs us to collect countless buckets of tears and dive deep into the saltyÂ seas of empathy and compassion.
Maybe it needs us toÂ believeÂ that being caring is badass, bold, and breathtakingly fierce.
Maybe it needs us to seeÂ thatÂ having the balls to feel our feelingsÂ is true freedom.
Maybe, just maybe, theÂ worldÂ doesn’t need us running around, half-heartedlyÂ screaming that weÂ donâ€™t give a f*ck, especially if we don’t really mean it.
Because, whether we like it or not, whether we want to admit it or not, deep in the core of our beings we all care.
We care a lot.
ThatÂ is what makes us human.
ThatÂ is what makes us beautiful.
So, if we are to cultivate something, let us cultivate caring.
If we are to scream about something, let us scream aboutÂ caring.
Let us scream about compassion.
Let us scream about healing.
Let us scream about love.
All else cheapens the whisperingÂ wisdom and oozing love that resides withinÂ our Â souls.
Let us be courageous enough to care about life, deeply and profoundly, with every trembling fiber of our beings.
Let us be courageous enough to give a f*ck.
Author: Sarah HarveyÂ
Editor:Â RenĂ©e Picard