So I was watching another repeat episode of House which made me think about life and its meaning. This is the episode, "One day, one room." about the girl who is raped and only wants to talk to House. The episode itself is full of philosophical debate about pain and life. One of the most poignant dialogues between the patient, Eve, the girl who was raped and House, is about life:
Dr. House: They’re out there, doctors, lawyers, postal workers, some of them doing great, some of them doing lousy. Are you going to base your whole life on who you’re stuck in a room with?
Eve: I‘m gonna base this moment on who I am stuck in a room with! It’s what life is, it’s a series of rooms, and who we get stuck in those rooms with, adds up to what our lives are.
I think this is certainly true, but it also makes me wonder, "what if the only person you're stuck in a room with is yourself?" What then? We all say we can't run away from ourselves, so therefore we must learn to be stuck with ourselves. Why is that so hard though?
This episode also gives me the mental imagery of unlocking rooms or trying to figure out what is behind door numbers 1, 2, 3, and so on. What does each room mean to us and which one are we in in any given time?
Related post on this episode: Greythinking wrote about this episode several months ago, looking at the aspect of the promise (or not) of therapy.