Today we’ll talk about the state of your healthcare provider. Why am I named so? When did I last take care of your health? Wouldn’t you rather call me a sick-care worker? Because that would more precisely describe my job: to take care of you when you’re sick.
With rare exceptions, you are born and spend a long time in that state of physical and emotional balance that intelligent creation and millions of years of evolution have gifted you. You are healthy. Let’s call it normal bliss. That is your natural state.
Then, a long destructive process starts, and the result takes you from being at ease in this world, into a state of dis-ease, pain, suffering, and anguish where everything seems to have turned against you.
The “healthcare” system will kick in once enough damage was done to your primordial state of happiness. We’ll sit tight until you are damaged enough to need us. That is our business. To give you the impression we are capable of repairing what damage you underwent before you came asking for salvation. Then we’ll give you band-aids so you can go back and keep doing what caused the damage in the first place.
We are the sickest, unhappiest generation in a very long time. We live in the most advanced, technologically enhanced, comfort-loaded society in the history of mankind, but the present generation is predicted to be sicker than any other before it. And that is despite us spending much more on sick care than any other country in the world.
So, what’s going on?
In the next weeks, I’ll talk about the main actors of this play: you, the society (with plenty of contribution from the food, alcohol, and tobacco industries, media, the education establishment), the medical system supposedly keeping you healthy, and the government agencies supposedly keeping a watchful eye over the entire process.
It’s not going to be pretty, but it may show you a way to choose wiser.