I want to start a commune. Well, commune makes me think of hippies weaving flowers, smoking weed, and making love. So maybe commune isn’t the right word. I want to live in a compound. Well, compound makes me think of outlaw bikers with a garage surrounded by a concrete wall guarded by machine guns. That does hold some appeal, but maybe compound isn’t the right word. I want to live off the grid. Well, maybe not all the way off. Not in North Dakota as a wood carver with a composting toilet in a cabin lit by candles. So maybe off the grid isn’t what I’m looking for. I want to live without the influence of the government. Could I be an anarchist? Not really, that’s too violent for me. And honestly, the government isn’t the only problem. Stuff is broken. And I’m tired of broken.
I’m a teacher. Maybe I should put it in quotations marks, “teacher.” Maybe I should whisper it, teacher. At this point in time, it’s definitely not something you want to shout from the rooftops. The education system is broken. But that’s my job, my profession, all I know how to do.
I’m single. I don’t necessarily want to be single. But have you seen what’s out there? Okay, I can’t really say I have because I don’t go –out there-. But people are messed up, away from the church, addicted and conflicted. Do I really want to take on some else’s baggage? Do they want to take on mine? Boys are so much better in books. I’d like to marry again. But the marriage system is broken. So many people don’t even try anymore.
I’m a mom to a teenage daughter. She’s the best thing that ever happened to me. And I think I’m doing a pretty good job of raising her. But, again, have you seen what’s out there? What I have to prepare her for? What’s on tv, in magazines, at school? Society is full of broken messages and angry, helpless people. But that’s where I have to send her.
I take medication for a few health issues. If I’m sick, I can’t see the regular doctor because he’s booked up with back to back to back preventative appointments. My mother has resorted to getting some of her prescriptions from a Canadian pharmacy. By the way, have you tried dealing with an insurance company lately? Not even something I want to start talking about. And, yes, I could probably get off of some of my medications if I ate right and exercised enough. But what is eating right? Which exercises and how much? You can find official research out there to support anything you want to say. Our health care system is broken.
I get tired of all the broken systems in the world today. So what’s my solution? A commune or a compound. I want to quit society and go somewhere. Where? Off the government grid to a place where I can make my own rules.
According to Dictionary.com, a system is an ordered and comprehensive assemblage of facts, principles, doctrines, or the like in a particular field of knowledge or thought such as a system of philosophy. It is also a coordinated body of methods or a scheme or plan of procedure such as a system of government. The word has its origins in Late Latin and Greek from the word sýstēma, meaning a whole compounded of several parts.
Here in 21st century America, our lives are comprised of a series of systems:
- Health Care
And there are more. Maybe I’ll add to the list as we go along. Yes, the systems overlap. That’s kind of my point. The way one system runs affects the way other systems run. When one system starts to clog, to back up, to break down, then other systems are affected. They change, they attempt to compensate, they slow down, and eventually they break down, too.
I think that’s where we find ourselves today. Living within a series of broken down systems. Trying to live our lives in the best way possible. Attempting to find love, satisfaction, and happiness within the ever-failing systems that make up our society. I want to share with you some of my stories, my advice, and my experience in how to live well in a broken system.