Who Cares

Last night I was thinking about things that shaped me and my manhood . I asked myself if I had maybe misunderstood these lessons . If their was any single moment that effected me to a point that I wanted to change my ways. I have loss friends to violence and drugs but none of those tragedies really changed the way I thought or made life choices. I have not loss one nights sleep over anything that has happened in my life. Thus far the changes I have made in my life has been only for show, changes to prove that I can change or changes that imitated the natural progression of a maturing man. Is this because my heart is cold or is it that I am emotionally inapt and dont really know how to express myself ? I have been willing to ride and die for things that were irrelevant in the big scheme of things and let issues that effect everyone around me just roll of my shoulders. I would be willing beat a man to death for calling me a bitch but not beat a politician to death for passing a law that effects my families well being. Am I just one misguided soul with know understanding of self or am I part of a generation that never learned to care ?