Got that boo-boo that mommy’s kiss won’ fix, you go to the doctor. There people who walk around in white lab coats and pastel pajamas who poke and prod with all the tools of modern medical knowledge and after comparing notes come up with a diagnosis of your physical discomfort and offer you a variety of potions and pills that might make you feel better.
Behind the scenes are squeaky clean warehouses with hundreds of people precisely measuring and documenting the results of their pill or lotion or shot tested on animals and then humans. A paper will be written and published in medical journals for other scientist and researchers can compare notes of similar attempts.
We, the guinea pigs, are then offered a pharmacy full of concoctions with some sort of alien name with tiny type explaining the side effects and the possibility of feeling better (if taken properly). The best part is every year, the medical profession will find a new ailment to be funded by our governmental humanity empathy with hopes of finding a cure.
The cure is the ultimate goal. Take this pill and your pains will go away and never come back.
I grew up in the age where immunization was required before attending public education, not so much to cure the possible plague upon us, but to not spread it to others in the classroom. Since the entire culture were following the instructions of the all-mighty witch doctors who proclaim “Take this pill or die!” we became immune to whatever disease was torturing us and moved onto the next health disaster.
From the moment that we take the first breath, there is always a threat to our frail body until it stops working. Luckily, we have all these dedicated people who are curious enough to slosh through the data and numbers and possibilities to find the magic potion called ‘the cure’. And we, the ill and ailing, hang onto the hope that miraculously a ‘cure’ will appear and life will go on forever.
What is the cure for fat? What is the cure for mental health? What is the cure for cancer? What is the cure for love? What is the cure for anger? What is the cure for old age?
Eternal hope and a promise of wellness keeps bankrolling the search for intelligent life on this planet (and beyond) like our faith that after they drop the box into a hole, there will be a cure.
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