WE CARE ABOUT WHAT PEOPLE THINK!
We Care. We Always Have. (A Mommy Supermodel Reflection)
Here is something worth saying out loud:
We humans claim, sometimes quite boldly, that we do not care what other people think. But I think — gently, lovingly, with full respect for our collective pride — that we are not being entirely truthful with ourselves.
We do care.
Not in the crippling, suffocating way that hands other people the pen to write our story. Not in the way that allows someone else’s opinion to become the ceiling above our ambitions or the walls around our identity. Not in a way that paralyzes us or diminishes us or keeps us small. But we care — sometimes with full awareness, sometimes in the quiet hum beneath conscious thought — in ways that are not weakness but are, in fact, the very signature of our humanity.
And if you need proof, look no further than the way we speak about history.
When we wonder how history will judge what we say and do today, who exactly are we thinking about? History is not an abstraction. History is not a cold, indifferent record kept somewhere beyond human reach. History is people — the generations not yet born, the children of our children’s children, the unnamed inheritors of every choice we make and every legacy we leave. To care about how history remembers us is to care, profoundly and tenderly, about people we will never meet but love nonetheless.
And when we speak of legacy — that word we reach for when we are trying to describe what matters most about a life — what are we really describing? The work we built. The families we nurtured. The relationships we tended with patience and devotion across the years. The enterprises and the empires, the movements and the institutions. But who runs them? Who inherits them? Who wakes up inside them every morning and is shaped by what we built?
People.
Always people.
Think about what the most sacred words in our vocabulary actually contain.
A home — what is it, stripped of all sentiment, but people choosing to shelter one another? A family — but humans bound by love and blood and the decision to show up for each other across every season? A nation — but a people, gathered around a shared story, a shared soil, a shared dream of what life together can become? And a people — is there any word in any language that more completely, more beautifully, more irreducibly points back to us?
We are always, at the center of everything, talking about each other.
And when we speak in hushed and reverent tones about those who came before us — our ancestors, our forebears, the ones whose sacrifices cleared the ground we walk on — are we not simply loving people? People we never met. People whose faces we know only from photographs faded to the color of old honey, or not at all. And yet we honor them. We carry them. We say their names.
That is care. Radical, time-transcending, beautifully human care.
Whether we are looking backward into the hallowed corridors of history or forward into the unwritten pages of the future, all of earthly existence orbits a single sun:
People.
We care about what they think — those living beside us now, those who walked before us, and those who will arrive long after we are gone — because to be human is to be in relationship. With the past that shaped us. With the present that requires us. With the future that is, right now, quietly depending on us.
The ones who truly cease to care about people have not become free of humanity — they have lost it. They wear the shape of a human being while something essential has gone quiet inside them. And even then, even in that hollowness — they still care what people think. It is the last ember of the humanity they cannot entirely extinguish.
To care about people is not a vulnerability.
It is the most defining, most enduring, most gloriously human thing about us.
It always was. 👑🌹
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