You wake up one morning to find you can’t hear out of your left ear. Disturbed and understandably worried you decide to go to the doctor. Luckily you have your corporate funded government mandated insurance. You know the doctor will have to see you and treat whatever you have and give you what you desperately need, peace of mind. You get there and check in with the old woman at the desk. Why? Because there’s always an old woman at the desk, who has been there for as long as anyone can remember. She knows every form and always seems to be too busy with your questions even though she is just sitting there. You put your name down and then fill out the same medical history form you always fill out and hand it back to her. Then like all receptionists at a doctors office, like some magic loop, she tells you to sit down, and the doctor will be with you shortly. You take a seat, grab a months-old magazine, and wait. Before long she calls you back to the front desk and asks you who insures you. Again you point out what you put on the form and even show her your insurance card. She points you to another line, and you get there to find her carbon copy but a man instead. He tells you that you failed to till out a specific form at a particular time in the past and you will have to fill it out now and take it to an administrative building across town. Even then it will take two to three days for the forms to be processed and then you can get another appointment a weeks or so after that. Pending openings.
ISMs, Socialism, Communism, Fascism, Nationalism. Anything with an ISM can’t be good. The state exists for the good of the individual. Not the other way around. I’ll not get on top of or behind any soapbox. I believe your life is yours and yours alone. No idea, group of people or pantheon of gods have any right to lay claim to it. The idea that we’re a number and this makes things more efficient for the many over the few is asinine. The idea that there should be a precious few deciding what’s right is just as ass-backward, total democracy which is nothing more than a tyranny of the majority. Your life is yours alone. Don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission. In truth, I stole that from Charles Bukowski.
I am not saying I know the perfect system of government and I’m damn sure not arguing for any tribal feudalism that is becoming resurgent and has been the mainstay of a broad swath of the planet for millennia. What I’m saying is you matter. That no one has the right to force their will on you and that idea that it’s for the greater good is utter bullshit. There is no greater good. Either one life is as valuable as a million or no life is important. I’m sure some storybook villain will come to my home, stick a gun to my head and make me choose a family member to kill and save. Until that time, I believe everything I’ve said. If that ever did happen, it would be a tragedy but all lives in that or scenario are precious and not to be so wasted for any greater good. Life isn’t back and white. There is plenty of grey in between. I know no secret to find the in-between or the truth or the right answer. All I know to be true is we have to keep trying at living, survive only when we must and know that it is all so fleeting that we must love, live and strive for it all until the days finally come to an end. That’s all we can do because after all, we’re only human.
To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the the greatest accomplishment.
– Ralph Waldo Emerson