When I was a boy I used to dream about inventing the “Perfect Pill.” It was something I could take and then be perfect in everything I tried. If I wanted to play guitar and be a rock star, just take the perfect musician pill. When I was running cross-country I imagined taking my perfect runner pill and sailing through the state meet. Time for exams? Take a pill! Of course, the pill would never have been more useful than when I was a shy teenager attempting to date. Boy I sure could have used a perfect pill then, rather than subjecting so many to my ineptitude.
For me this was an escapist fantasy. I came to understand there is no magic pill that will make the world and me perfect. But as I watch the news or read about celebrity addictions, pro-athlete suspensions, social breakdown, and more; I am beginning to believe there are so many others who’ve not yet come to the same understanding… There is no Perfect Pill.