It’s hurtful when others ask us whether we actually care about them.
It wounds us because although we think we are caring for those around us, it may not always seem that way. Perhaps it is something we said. Perhaps it is a way we behaved towards them. Perhaps it is something we didn’t say or do.
When we are called out like this we question ourselves: what have I been doing? How have I been coming across?
It is easy to let our love for others slip, little by little, day by day, until we seem distant, aloof and cold. It is only when we are challenged – “don’t you care about me?” – that we realise we might have been ignoring the cries of those in need around us.
Is there someone you care about who you haven’t reached out to for a while?