Bad Idea

Bad ideas are sometimes the best ideas. 

Cigarettes can be a health food. And Kale Chips can cause cancer. 

The paradox of life never seems to slap me up-side the head, most certainly when I least expect it. 

I’m fascinated by how most times in my life, the harder I try at something, the more difficult it becomes. 

Ease is a law of the universe, but one that the United States government is hard pressed to brainwash that out of you from the time of conception. 

Freedom is a bad idea. Quitting your job? Bad idea. No health insurance? No dental care? you're crazy.

No 1.5 million dollar mortgaged house to call you home? But where will you watch T.V, my friend? A very bad idea. 

Most of my bad ideas, seem to be the best ideas. They’re the ideas that shake the foundation of the concept of life that was spoon fed to me in my adorably decorated, and painfully perfect, 3 story victorian house in the middle of suburbia. I grew up in a museum, and most times the life around almost seems to be a parody of itself. 

I can’t tell you how many times a conversation happens between some friends and I, and I get this weird feeling that this has already happened in some comedy skit on Saturday night with Kristen Wig as the leading lady. 

I’m beginning to think that American life in the 21st century is a very bad idea. And not the good kind of bad idea. 

And while most days, I feel entirely selfish for all the bad ideas running through my head, but then I remember God and freedom, and how we’re all actually just animals. We’re meant to soar the sky and run the plains and we’re all a lot smarter than these bad ideas planted in our modern brains. But our doubt nose dive us into all the self loathing keeps us small. 

I’ll take my crazy bad ideas, thanks.