Hospitals and churches

Strange — I like both.

Maybe ‘like’ isn’t the right word. But I experience a peculiar kind of peacefulness within the walls of these two places. I become acutely aware of life’s vastness and its fleeting nature. I am aware of our mortality. Death, though not in a gloomy way, reminds me that despite the collective passage of every individual, humanity persists — from the first cry of a newborn to the last breath of the dying; from prayer to prayer, across centuries and millennia. Amidst pain and death, there’s also healing, continuity, hope, and a stubborn belief in something higher and…