I have just recently bought a home, finished a year of college, and continue to walk the windy path of life.
People are strange. But then, I am too. In our short experience here on Earth we quickly come to the conclusion that we have mastered an area that no one else will ever be able to understand. The scientist gobbles over his PHD, the artist over their art, and even students in the areas they are just beginning to study. What ever happened to people being experts in being humble? Then again if we were experts in that field no one would have to hear from us that we were, everyone would just know by the way we act.
Over the past two weeks I have noticed how receptive I am to others who are action oriented. Maybe just ‘noticing’ isn’t quite a descriptive enough word; infatuated might describe it better. Everyone has ideas, but how few of us jump on the essence of our creativity and pursue what we all long to do? I hope I can only make this perception a reality that I carry with me on my day to day walk.
As I hung up the phone and went back to cooking my potatoes I began to question the validity of insurance. No offense Patty the Insurance Lady, but in every major purchase that we buy we are offered peace of mind bundled up in a web of statistics called insurance, but for the most part I have been given more head aches than theoretical tablets of aspirin. The probability of my ‘89 Jetta being stolen, broken into, or vandalized is rather obscure considering the amount of rust spots and dents that it has endured during my years reckless driving, but law is law and rust spots or not it still must be insured. The complete fallacy of the system is that over all of these years that I will pay into insurance, they will research extensively in how they can pay me back with the least amount of money. For some of my friends they pay an obscure amount and, knowingly, will never get any money back. What kind of backwards and broken system are we all ignorantly buying into here?
