The reality is life is a single-player game. You’re born alone. You’re going to die alone. All of your interpretations are alone. All your memories are alone. You’re gone in three generations and nobody cares. Before you showed up, nobody cared. It’s all single-player.
Most of our cares are imaginary. We think them into existence.
I don’t have a mind to mindI only have a heartthat loves and cares
God cares about those in need, and so should His people.
Who put their foot in the Missouri River first: Lewis or Clark? Who cares!
Who cares who comes out of the closet or not, so long as you’re happy?
Love implies anger. The man who is angered by nothing cares about nothing.
Avoid letting daily cares override your heart-felt intuition.
I don’t think God cares what you put in your body or on your body.
Almost all our cares are imaginary. We think them into existence.