We care for children.
Some get hamsters, teaching that death is something natural, like rain outside the window.
Others try to instill the idea that only life exists in this world. Death, that ugly thing, should be hidden along with the dust under the rug.

We care for ourselves.
Some eat properly, wake up and go to bed on a schedule, and in between, work according to the Pomodoro method. Get everything done and never die.
Others see death as salvation. They’ve done it all, they’re tired, and they need nothing more. They’ll rest in the grave.

We care for the world.
Some strive for a clean environment and a just state, and in hospices, they tenderly bid farewell to their loved ones.
Others greedily devour life. They offer sacrifices to Death — with repression, bloody despotism, burning forests, and war itself. For them, Death is a corrupt official. Maybe we can strike a deal?

Everyone cares in different ways. Which is yours?