life and death, and me a bystander.

I know life and death are the two most natural processes, but living in a hospital, and witnessing it, at such regular intervals is tiring sometimes. At most times, I'm immune to it all ( I'm quite thick skinned, from the beginning), things rarely affect me as much. But every now and then, it reaches a breaking point, and then I start feeling and seeing things, more acutely, then I do normally. And I feel overwhelmed. I feel tired. And sometimes I feel sick, nauseated, at the sight of so much suffering, so much grief.

At the same time its also amazing to see, how life eventually goes on. Whatever the extent of the calamity, and however huge it may seem then, life goes on. People have an amazing capacity to move on, look forward, and go about their regular lives. I guess regularity and routine which seem so boring to us, on a daily basis, themselves become therapeutic, in difficult and trying times.