I Just Don’t Care Anymore — About Any of It

Right now, I don’t care. Not anymore. Not about any of it.

I don’t care about self-improvement — I’m enough as I am.

I don’t care about side hustles — I’m doing enough as it is.

I don’t care about meditation — I’ve been breathing for 25 years.

I don’t care about mindfulness — just let me pick my nose in peace.

I don’t care about gratitude lists — I already know how lucky I am.

I don’t care about fitness — my body is beautiful as she is.

I don’t care about tomorrow — because today is the only day I’m alive

I don’t care about finances — I’ve got enough for a Kinder Bueno.

I don’t care about falling in love — me, myself and I have got a thing going on.

I don’t care about yesterday — that’s for my journal to deal with.

I don’t care about food — (this is a lie).

I don’t care about cryptocurrency — no seriously, I never have.

I don’t care about productivity — existing is enough.

I don’t care about business — so mind your own.

I don’t care about learning — let me focus on what I already know.

I don’t care about spirituality — the universe knows where I am.

I don’t care about philosophy — we think too much as it is.

I don’t care about success — I’m alive. I’m already winning.

I don’t care about failure — I’m alive. I’m already winning.

I don’t care about habits — they’re not all good you know?

I don’t care about my appearance — when did art ever have a specific “look”?

I don’t care about Robert Pattinson — okay, now I’m just playing hard to get.

I don’t care about doing better — there’s no better me, than me.

I don’t care about astrology — Joe would still be a knob if he was born in July.

I don’t care about emotional intelligence — let me cry over my spilled milk.

I don’t care about battling my fears — I’ll be afraid and do it anyway.

I don’t care about space travel — what about the beauty of planet Earth?

I don’t care about international travel — my home is enough.

I don’t care about social media — I’ll talk to my cat.

I don’t care about hacks and tricks — why are we double-bluffing existence?

I don’t care about understanding life — I care about living it.

Okay, you got me.

The truth is I do care. I care a lot, actually. Too much sometimes. And it can be debilitating. All this focus on how to be better, how to harness tomorrow, how to live as somebody for some time, somewhere that isn’t who we are right here and now. It’s bloody knackering.

So today, I’ve decided to not care. About any of it.

This isn’t a cry for help. This is a cheer out loud: I’m happy as I already am, here, now, in this moment, on this day, in my skin with my history and my experience and my emotions and my thoughts and my fully stocked fridge and with my self. That’ll do.

That’s enough.

Now, being who we are, where we are, with what we have, doing what we do:

That’s enough. That’s everything.

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