"I don't care (and I love it)" sings the band Icona Pop in an amusing and fast paced response to what I presume is a person with whom the two singers no longer wish to deal.  I heard this song at a wedding a few weeks ago, and was struck by its carefree look at resignation, rejection, and a life without shame.
     In truth, Icona Pop, whatever the state of their mind when they developed this song, captured words relevant to us all.  Yes, we ought to care about what is in our lives, but when things change in our lives, we can either care so much that we do not grow through the change; we can care so little that we slip into nihilism; or we can strike a middle ground and care enough, but not too much, lest we slip into a past that will never return.
     These are not revolutionary words:  any psychologist will likely share them as well.  Yet they reflect a deeper truth, one posited by many a religious leader, from Buddha to Jesus.  That is, we love that we don't care because we love that our lives have purpose, divinely wrought purpose beyond what they, in themselves, are.  We love that we don't care because we understand that, as Jesus remarked in Matthew 6, we are not to "worry about tomorrow because each day has enough troubles of its own."
     We love not caring because we love that, in the vast compass of a personal and infinite universe, there is care.