I was talking to my new roommate; she just moved to the city to do a rotation at one of the best hospitals for paediatrics. She explained to me that her patients are kids who are hospitalized. I said ‘That must be hard. I suppose you get used to it’. She said ‘Yes…………….most of the children die. It looks like a fun place to work’. My thoughts froze for a few seconds with the words: ‘children-die-fun’.
I was walking home today rethinking the conversation and thought that maybe she really meant ‘challenging, stimulating…’ but she happened to use the word ‘fun’. (This is reminding me of Milan Kundera’s ‘The Unbearable Lightness of being’ when he mentions the ‘Little dictionary of misunderstood words’. That book gave me so much pleasure, by the way.)
I ended up thinking how human beings seek changes and feel invigorated, sometimes even if what happens is tough.
In some occasions I have pictured a situation in which I am given a nice house, in a beautiful but very quiet place, with enough to eat and get dressed. The only condition is that I remain there all my life. Would I take it? Would you take it? Why not?