On Apathy

   

 There is something that I really hate about apathy, both when it manifests in myself and when I see it in others.  We commonly see love and hate opposing each other but I think that it would be more accurate to say that apathy opposes all feeling.

     Even if hate someone, at least that person evokes emotion in me, even if they are an enemy.  What I would imagine to be infinitely worse, would be that someone means so little to me that they have no power to wring even the faintest feeling from my heart.  At that point, I can easily cut them from my life, like the stems of feeble plants.

     My entire life has been driven my passion and fury, so it very disconcerting to see apathy sneak in my life again and again.  I find myself trying to place the blame on my past naivety and claim that experience in the world just opened my eyes to what was already there, but I call bullshit. Apathy is the enemy and if left unchecked, then it will spread like a cancer until it consumes the rest of my passion and I feel nothing for anyone.  That is simply not something that I can allow to happen.