Enough time?

I bath in with time, like I actually own it or something. I doubt I will have the time to complete this thought, for instance, but Here I go, anyway.

Is it just a phase of life that we are preoccupied with obtaining love? Cause, I seriously wonder if that ship has sailed for me. It makes me wonder what will ultimately matter to me. "Oh, don't worry over that. Worry is thought or of the mind and truly does not matter."

For years, I loved and now when I think on love it is his idea that comes to mind. But, I have consigned myself to a state of wishful improbability or in other words I accept that impossibility and you know, it really doesn't matter much. What does matter is the tender hearts of my children who are still capable of experiencing true and powerful love.

I often heard the term "past feeling" and it was negatively associated but from a place whereI honestly do not feel anything it is actually liberating.

So why is So much focus placed on caring...most specifically caring for others?

Shoveling ice? I truly do not understand that metaphor, but that is the comfort I am given.