What The Hell Am I Paying For?

105328002_2361424180827766_5174902614749064381_nAs usual, I had a little trouble sleeping last night, and when I got up I had a thought in mind that I’d like to share. Actually, it was a question I’d like an answer to.

Each month, as I shell out money for my health insurance I wonder what the hell am I paying for. I visit a medical professional once a year just so he can tell me that I need to take better care of myself. I let a young lady draw blood from me just so that she can pass along information to the aforementioned medical professional so that he’s got proof that I need to take care of myself. Year after year, he keeps telling me something I already know. I politely listen to him and then go home and continue to live the way I’ve been living for many years. It seems to have done me okay so far. Continue reading

Maybe Once, But Not Now

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I just heard a song, really listened to it, that struck home like a sledge hammer ringing soundly as it strikes a spike. I don’t know why. I’ve heard the song many times before. Today, however, something must have been different.

At eighteen I knew what I wanted and where I was going in the world. A skinny kid with a dream, that’s what I was. A hayseed, straight off the farm. I had a dream and I knew I was destined to reach it. I was going to save the world from itself.

Somewhere along the way that dream faded into a misty cloud, disappearing into nothingness. Continue reading