Even so

No one cares how much you know, until they know how much you care. - Theodore Roosevelt

How do you deal with death even if you know its inevitable? The reality of experiencing it is too difficult to contemplate. Life goes on - seems too cruel, however true. Some things are better left unsaid. Portraying care towards fellow beings is far less intense than being careful about near and dear ones. The social conditions which force incredible sadness at a loss are also responsible for the superficial morals enforced upon the closest people. Superstition rises due to fear of the repercussions.

Loneliness makes one compromise and offer truce to anyone offering an escape route, which leads to formation of guilt and a life filled with regret. The correction of mistakes is delayed indefinitely to save the pain of having to face the wronged. It is never too late to learn - but it is always too early to earn! Years spent on building trust are superseded by minutes used get destroyed by suspicion.

Caring is not the same as loving. A nurse is caring where as a mother is loving. The question however is, can one become a replacement for the other? And the answer is that both are mutually independent and can exist without the other. Luv can turn into another feeling and is not permanent, which is why it needs to constantly be reassured by promises of eternity. Where as, care is mostly permanent and exists longer once realized. Arguments can of course be made on the very opposite as well, but fact remains that perspectives change and the state of ones mind dictates how interpretations are made.

There's no your reality and my reality, its only a point of view. It can be flawed. It will evolve. And it is bound to change.