The other night, I rushed to meet my girlfriend in the Accident and Emergency ward of a hospital in North London as she had been suffering from stomach pains all day. We spent about three hours patiently waiting with others. The room was full of discontentment, agony and despair; it was a humbling experience I have to admit. At a point in time, a man on crutches cried out and suddenly collapsed near a door. To which a nurse passively asked if he was okay and later walked over telling him to get up, which was obviously impossible as he was in pain! The room went silent and everybody patiently observed the scene; I felt for him as he looked helpless and desperate. After much back and forth conversations with resistance, the nurse finally called on the hospital guards to pick him up and take him to another room. This was a tricky situation by all counts and I realised the bureaucracy of institutions. Our care workers have likely experienced an abundance of such that they are relatively numb to it now. I was reminded of the harshness of life and how we all need true love, even though it may not seem so.
I would love to hear any feedback, suggestions or stories about your own journey…
Unobservable Life 
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