Do I Really Care?

Daniel Asuquo
3 min readApr 24, 2021
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I attended this charity event once (I belong to a number of charities) and the founder of this organization said something. She said the natural order of things (where a child is raised by two parents) is designed to teach the child love at a certain age (yeah I don’t remember the age). The thing that struck me most is the fact that we fucking learn love. Without a proper family setting, the bond which ‘teaches’ us love would most likely not be formed. Ain’t that a bummer?

So I’m sitting here asking myself how things would have been different for me if I didn’t have the upbringing I did. I’m seeing that hurt people hurt people and that’s just the way it is for them. We are computer programs just executing code based on our program (experiences) and that brings me to the question… do I really care?

Since I am a complex program, the way to win at life is to rewrite obsolete and limiting code in my consciousness while upgrading through versions of myself. If caring is solely based on programming and not some causal phenomenon in the universe, then do I really care? Is that who I am?

Let’s take health and fitness for example. A child born to fat parents will most likely be fat but not solely because of DNA. They will be fat because they have followed the fat habits passed down from their parents and of course, they only see fat so what else could they be? It is the day they realize that 'fat' is not who they really are or should I say 'they are not really fat' that they begin to become who they want to become.

So when a person says to me 'thank you' and 'you’re so nice’, I smile and say (in my head) thank the life experience I’ve gathered so far coz I ain’t better than the thug — we are just replaying code.

I have seen people switch personalities due to certain events and this goes both ways. Nice people become harsh, bitter people become loving and everytime, the explaination goes back to ‘something that happened to them’. The question is — what are we without those things that happen to us? Do we have a definition?

What I try to do now is ask myself what I am without these experiences. Am I smart? It’s probably because I have read some books. Am I caring? Well I already explained how that came to be.

Bottom line

This line of thought isn’t practiced by a lot of people but it can be freeing. Knowing that what we are is not what we really are can help us become what we want to be if we don’t like what we currently are — does that make sense?

What I am saying in essense is that we are not constrained to any of the characteristics we currently possess. I’m not really smart because if I choose to stop reading, learning and analyzing, then I will regress to a ‘less-smart’ state. We are fluid in our abilities and that’s a blessing. We can become whatever we want.

I guess that means all we have is our choices. Now where have I heard that before?

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