“Well,” said the doctor as he bent his head over his desk and scribbled on a piece of paper. “I’m going to prescribe two types of pills for you. You’ll take the pink ones every night to help you sleep and the purple ones you can take whenever you feel that you are becoming overwhelmed with the worries that tend to lead you to your panic attacks.”
“But,” I stuttered. “Can’t you prescribe anything that could address the root cause of my problems? Something that could eliminate the anxiety? Can’t you prescribe social justice? Universal basic income? Love towards fellow beings? Prejudice free society? Gender equality? Environmental responsibility?”
The doctor stopped scribbling, raised his gaze and looked me in the eyes.
“No, my friend,” he answered, shaking his head ever so slightly.
“But don’t you worry about a thing,” he continued as he looked down again and went back to writing my prescription. “Just be diligent in taking those pills and they’ll make you forget all those other things that you mentioned.”
