I stared down at the box that contained my friends medicines that he either needs to take, or somehow has been told and evolved to take from his doctors. I don’t know why it struck me as odd. it was that he was complaining about the prices of all the drugs going up and yet I don’t remember my friend ever exercising, taking the time to meditate and not smoke or drink. it was the first time that I thought, “my god, that seems like a lot of money to take each day, how much of it is really necessary? when he gets older, will he just take more instead of doing something for his health to take less?”
it is an interesting question, particularly with the advances in modern medicine and what is going to be a land of creep meets science fiction and the ethical and moral issues coming in the next 20-30 years with medicine, genetics, and the potential for man and machine to become one. some call it the singularity, others I know want to label it all transhumanism.
all I know is that staring at my friend medicines had me think, “what is the point if you are not having a decent quality or standard of life?” why live to be 120 if for 60 of it you are basically tied to some long term dialysis machine of sorts?
I smiled at my friend, and listened. then I went to the track later that night and did a sprint interval program where I am finally ok with not being anywhere near as fast as I once was. I was able to get through it all, and I know that in time it will help me with my physical and mental health. no pills needed.
we are living in some odd times, of which, is sure seems that at least in the united states, we have taken ourselves into a place of strange psychological/mental/spiritual health. to this, I really don’t have any answers or comments that might help. doing really basic common sense things doesn’t seem to be sexy enough for most. people want the spiffy sexy pill they can ingest and have a perfect everything at any time they want or desire.