Fairey, Colbert, and Socialism... not something I planned on.

Just because in an ever so slight way this relates to this post, and if you haven't seen this already, it's quite a fun treat. Shepard Fairey and Monsieur Colbert.

At times I feel unmotivated. No, scratch that. At times I feel at a standstill. I pause to think about life. When I do that, my brain wanders, thoughts go off on uncomfortable tangents. I wonder, what is the point of all this? I become uncomfortable, because I think about the future. I worry about personal issues: finances, relationships, family, etc. I worry about the planet and how badly it has been destroyed by humans, the bad economy, and strangely, more so than ever, I worry about this country that I live in. When I do, I wish I lived elsewhere. And when I think about that, thoughts about the past come to the surface and bring me down.

At times, these thoughts weigh heavily, and I want to take a glimpse, a peek, into the future. Maybe for a little hope, to see that, hey, it's going to be alright.

I don't want to know details, I just want to know it's going to be alright.

A few days ago, my father's close friend (I'll call him Jay for the moment), was brought to the hospital. His appendix was on the verge of going. He was prepped for an early morning surgery, ready and waiting. The surgeon that was to operate, calls in and says he has a family emergency and won't be coming in. The hospital can't find a back up (this is a decent sized hospital with others in the area nearby). Hours go by and Jay's appendix bursts, poisons his whole system, later that night his kidneys fail, and now he is on some sort of life support, going into day three of dialysis.

Who is to blame? The doctor who didn't come in? The hospital for not being prepared? Or, us, the American people, who allow this to happen? We allow our government to rule the healthcare system by allowing the insurance companies to rule, in this case putting a lot of pressure on doctors and hospitals to not truly focus on what is important, the well being of others. We are one of the very few, if not the only first world nation that does not have socialized health care (and if I am correct, and I would need to cite the source I read this in, we ARE the only). Greed rules our country, mostly in government, but also each of us as individuals. Why? Because we don't want our taxes to go up, we want to hold on to that money so we can go buy our American dream toys, the cars, houses, TVs, the list goes on. But you know, the older I get, the more I can't stand this mentality. My finances are tight, but if I was told tomorrow, hey, our country is getting that socialized, equal healthcare that we so badly need, I would be thrilled to give up more of my pay to know that everyone would be taken care of equally and the insurance companies done with. I can hear it now, Socialized healthcare is bad! You're a nut! Yeah, if you lived in the Soviet Union, or under communism. But seemingly, that is all that any regular joeschmoe knows about, is that standard of socialized healthcare.

Sooooo, I wanted to discuss creativity, but I went off on a tangent, a political one at that. Sorry. I think it's because I had a quiet morning, no music, lots of gazing out the window into the winter landscape. And, because I watched that film, Into the Wild yesterday (where that guy disappears for two years into Alaska to discover himself and the meaning of life, and ooooh the tragedy!), and I still have not shaken the downers.

And as a disclaimer (of some sort) not everyone has to agree with the above, it's just an opinion, but if you feel the need to comment, I'll gladly listen to the positive, negative and the in-between.