Once upon a time we all lived in our own skin then living life made us change. We develop opinions, concepts, likes and dislikes. We interfere, intrude and judge. Life became a tangled pair of socks in a washing machine which otherwise always gets missing.
He was trying to live in his own skin, who is he to judge others. He was very clear but he caught me with a surprise as I was asking him about the noise in his room and offering him options for relief.
He was admitted after a car accident with multitude of injuries, in a ward with each room housed two patients at a given time. His roommate, the other patient, liked to watch TV louder and at odd times. I was informed by the nurse to talk to them. So I did.
One was deaf and needed loud noise as to barely hear and other was covered in dressings with barely moving a finger.
To some what is left in the aftermath is a blessing to count. He was happy to be alive and for him the fasad of loud noise was a sign of life .
As others complaints about the loud noise. They were caught up in the perception of being a voice for some one who could not care for himself unknowingly that he did not cared as it was not bothering him a bit. The noise , and its inconvenience were blocked by the curtain between their beds, he smiled and made his point.
In life, knowing that everyone was right is truly an amazing experience !!