I should care.

Hundreds are dead. Thousands mourning.

I should care. There are millions who care. Millions who never met the dead or the grieving.

But I don’t care. I try to. I really do. I just…can’t.

There’s nothing there. I try to find concern or compassion, but there’s nothing.

Have things really gotten to that point?  The point where it’s commonplace, where it’s almost expected. Not a matter of if but where and when.

The word “jaded” comes to mind. So does the word “callous.” Which is it? Perhaps it’s both.

I should care. I really should.

But I just can’t.