To a world that is always too busy, I resign from caring so much about what I do. The importance of maintaining a specific image and fulfilling duties that I once held dear has faded as I've grown older. I've realized that it doesn't make a difference in the end. Each stage comes and goes without making a significant impact. Yet, it feels like the video is on repeat. I usually get upset and strive to improve, only to go nowhere. This is not a resignation from caring about others, but rather from the impact of hard work and the inevitable failure. The dedication I've shown has led me nowhere. Experiencing this so many times has only made me numb. The pain doesn't feel as unbearable when I've stopped caring.
Trying and succeeding is what I have always wanted. I would put all my effort into my work with limited success. I was doing well at times with a sense of accomplishment. I have said that the good times never last long enough, but the bad times last forever. This has been true many times in my life. Caring was one of the things that drove me to be better. Yet, every failure tore me down, so I gave up hope. I had to finally quit overall since a win would be a pleasant surprise. While failing would be expected, it mostly happens. It makes me more cynical, but that is all I know. It hurt so much to care that I would rather expect the worst and hope for the tide to turn in my endeavors. I have not lost hope, but it has been an elusive factor so far. My only wish is for actual improvement.
As for all my jobs, not just my current ones, they have played a significant role. I finally got someone to hire me; they only care about themselves. I have realized that most of my bosses are about personal growth over anything else. I also work hard since I have been trained throughout my life. Yet, this does not improve anyone where social status is the most important. I guess I probably worked myself into a corner without foreseen growth. Businesses and their bosses do not care about the regular employees. This has changed my perspective on caring about making them look better. There is no real benefit when I had to numb myself just to do my job. There is a loss of caring all around on all ends. The business wants everything from you, but does not want to reward you with significant incentives. After much disgust, I did slightly above the minimum instead of trying to impress them. The result was an actual positive review. Though the worthlessly low raises do not help the matter. The system rewards the lazy ones, leaving those who cared like me in the dust. So, I still work mostly numb, but being out of the worst section has made things better.
In my job and life, I've come to a realization. Caring is not the answer to survival. I needed help, but I had no authentic leadership to fix anything. I cared for others in need and even gave some help. When I was the one in pain, no one seemed to care. At my current job, I was trying to get someone to care about my health issues without any success. This led to getting more medical attention than I should have needed. I gave care then, but I will do what I must. Help is not coming for me, and why should I care about those trying to make a name for themselves? I can be kind to all around me despite how I feel. I have realized that caring is not the answer to survival.
Caring about those who are worthy of it is excellent. For those who just ignore me, it is the most annoying. I am done with all the work and effort I have put forward. Yet you have not acknowledged it at all. I gave everything to be noticed, and you went with everyone else. You believed everyone else when I was not even able to explain myself. My effort has been wasted on all of you who could not see it. I stopped caring because you assumed I would give my best despite any attention. It has been everywhere I have been, and yet I am done trying to take care of it. If only the overseeing were not so constant. I cared about my grades and work and walked right over you for your advantage. It has been a hard realization that fighting for myself is just playing the game like everyone else. I used to believe that hard work paid off, but it only left me behind the lazy ones. Only if I had done this sooner.
At this juncture, I've made a decision. I'm no longer investing my emotions in caring, but instead focusing on what is necessary. Every job, even school, has been cruel at times. The hard work you all do is to make yourselves look better. This was only to entrap those to boost your own images. Things will never improve until laziness is finally rooted out of these systems. The reward would have been nice throughout those years. I put the effort forward, and yet it was never good enough. This is the system's problem with those who care getting misused or ignored. The give-up might finally give me the edge I have been needing. To simply let you fail from the reliance on others to do what needs to be done. The world is corrupt with those using people like me. We did our best just to be inferior to the undeserving. The games just break down the good workers and students, so the favorites can win. So, I give up caring, and if you fail, I will just stand back with a smile. Caring only led to more pain than help. That is to those who overlooked and hurt me just so they could get ahead.
About the Creator
Sarah Danaher
I enjoy writing for fun. I like to write for several genres including fantasy, poetry, and dystopian, but I am open to trying other genres too. It has been a source of stress relief from my busy life.



Comments (5)
There are many pitfalls in caring, but sometimes it works out well, too....
No caring is not the answer to survival and some people are slow to learn this. It seems so messed up, you would think those who care should be rewarded, however, that is not always the case. Great article with a lot of insight. Well Done!!!
I can relate to this so much! Caring, especially for the wrong people who never cared about us can lead to so much pain, but I still like to hope it's worth for some people. :)
"The world is corrupt with those using people like me" I want to, so badly, not live by this feeling, but I don't know what the line is between realism and pessimism!
This was soooo spot on. Seriously, caring only ends in more heartache.