Death by Law

Last night I looked out my window and there floating delicately high in the sky was a small hot air balloon. Near the canal of the old city for $1.50 you can purchase a hot air balloon, the size of a small lamp shade to one or two feet in diameter powered by a can of burning material perched on a cross beam at the bottom. One makes a wish and when it becomes buoyant, release it to the breeze. It raises slowly to heights of a few thousand feet and the prevailing winds take it on a slow flight over the city. Wishing is harmless and the sight of your wish sailing the night skies somehow is a peaceful activity that lifts ones spirit along with your light ship. In America this would be against the law, fire risk, interference with aircraft and any number of statutes.
In the evening I pass clinics where the cost of a doctors visit, including medicine is less than thirty dollars and sometimes less. A stay in the hospital for a broken leg doesn't break ones life savings and despair doesn't accompany life's expected small disasters. There aren't lawyers advertising on TV soliciting law suits against faultless doctors that fail to cure or meet every expectation of patients. I'll sue isn't the mantra of greed.
Small businesses flourish everywhere unencumbered by tedious forms, permits and stifling laws. Hard work and effort can lead to a better life. Yes, there are government fees and small corruptions that the business person deals with, but they don't crush people trying to get ahead.
In any society there are benefits to law and regulations that protect the public, but has America dampened the spirit of those that it should serve?
The wish balloon floats out of my vision. Then there is another, another joins it. My sky is filled with graceful lights swaying in the night.