Hospital rooms

I remember when I was much younger I dreaded the feeling of hospitals, it’s always something that bothered me, the energy the “vibe” made me uneasy. I remember the first time was seeing my grandma in a room and I felt sad, because I used to see this woman who was active and moving around and cooking to suddenly bed ridden. It was tough. Now that I’ve gotten older, I’ve been to hospital rooms for good and bad occasions now I understand death, I understand life, hospitals are a place of life and death and how two incredible life events happens simultaneously in mere seconds of each other. Life is amazing sometimes, it reminds you of the endless possibilities that are out there and well death reminds you that in the end all of those materialistic things doesn’t mean anything and makes you wonder if there’s something after death.