I am the last person in the world who I thought would become like this. I just don't care the way I once did.

Now, first let me qualify how my apathy may differ from the apathy of others.

You see, I still care - at least to the degree that I see the right and the wrong of issues and ideas. It's just that after the last year or so, I do not believe that these times are conducive to hearing the truth. Nor responding to it when it is spoken or revealed.

 I will still speak truth when questioned, offer it when solicited. But I think my days of having the passion to speak the truth without invitation are coming to a close.

I have not lost my direction, as in knowing the difference between right and wrong, good and evil. But I have lost my passion.

I know that it may return someday. But I also know that it may not. I have seen many old men, of which I am quickly becoming one, who have outgrown the days when they would pick a fight or join in one simply for the sake of the fight. They don't usually recover that reckless adventurerousness.

I guess I'm OK with that. Although I can tell I'm going to miss it a bit.