I love how we get so caught up

I love how we get so caught up with things; it makes life wonderfully amusing.
Why are we fearing the future? What reasonably positive output could it have to expend one’s energy in a futile and exhausting attempt to assure purely pleasure without pain in some time to come. But, the future is not there! The notion is a fraud! If I can’t see tomorrow, feel tomorrow, smell tomorrow, or know anything beyond doubt about tomorrow, it clearly doesn’t exist, aside from being a philosophical idea used in speech. It’s the same as expending energy (fretting, worrying) about the Boggie Man, which is a wonderful archetype in our culture. I’m so glad we have it. Because it’s everywhere. The future is but one example of the “Boogie Man,” who lurks in the dark corners of what we fear about ourselves, and what we can’t understand. Worrying about “success” in the future is a Boogie Man. Doing “homework” – a broad phrase to describe the infinitely varied process of typing, thinking, and writing. In a track race, knowing you will survive but being “Scared” before the race is a Boggie Man who is very fresh in my memory. When you can see that these fears are not really there, but rather neuronal gossip, it’s so liberating. And healthy. I can’t help but thinking about those who fear the future and continue to dwell upon and lament the past seem sick. Their postures are weak, faces have no sunshine (how incredibly quantitative of me) and they generally seem devoid of some fundamental liveliness. There is no true health beyond spiritual health. A clear, positive state of mind brings with it the physical energy to exercise properly and state looking lively. If I were a better writer, I’d have a better means than “lively” to describe the lack of vibrancy of a healthier individual. Again, I’m having trouble with description and the available terms, but health is something that’s seen in a person’s face, felt in his skin, heard in his laugh, or sensed in his hug. Healthcare as an industry is itself a sickness.
 Why does art lose time in my life when overwhelmed with academics? Are the two incompatible? In the world view of some they are, because no one can tell you what to do in art, or whether your theory is right, or your painting is beautiful or somehow emotionally moving. Which makes the question the idea of an art school – to whose standards one must conform,
 Ah. bedtime