Spirituality

You’re Not “Ok” And It’s Ok

You’re not “ok”

and it’s ok

 

You’re not “ok”

Chances are there’s something NOT “ok” about you

And if there’s not — then there will be

 

You will soon enough not be so “ok”, as you’re rotting in the ground

Chances are you’ll be rotting even before you’re rotting

Your health will rot

Your mind will rot

And then you will die and rot

IT’S OK

 

Perhaps you’re already NOT “ok”

Perhaps you wouldn’t hang out with you

Perhaps you wouldn’t give you a job

Perhaps you wouldn’t be a friend to you

Perhaps you wouldn’t date you

Perhaps you wouldn’t reach out a helping hand to you

You’re not ok

 

And it’s ok

Not all of us are “ok”

Some of us are FUCKED

We are broken and traumatised

We’ve only known ugliness in this world

Now we’re ugly

We’re not “ok”

And we make matters more ugly

That’s not ok

 

We’re not “ok”

We do well for some time

Then we rot and die

This is the human condition

Accept it

 

We pretend it’s otherwise

For ourselves — then for others

In the old times there was no time for pity over the weak and ugly of this world — you had to take care of yourself

Today there’s plenty to share

Foremost — today it’s FASHIONABLE to share and care and make equal and signal on social media

And we do just that

Pretend we’re ok and pretend others are ok

And fail to condemn what’s really not ok

And condemn not that which is NOT ok — but that which has a different fucking idea about the world, and what’s ok

 

And this is a problem

You’d think today’s culture is more oppressive: anti-this and anti-that

Actually it’s too permitting

It is oppressive in how it forces us to be permitting

Permitting of our ugliness and uselessness

Uselessness which would not have survived in the past

And we cannot speak against it because it’s no longer appropriate

 

But fuck the media and their stupid agenda, I don’t care

It’s our psyche

We hoping so much that we’re ok

Meantime hating ourselves

Hating ourselves because we don’t accept ourselves

We don’t accept ourselves because we deny who we are

We deny that we’re not ok

 

E.g.:

-We deny that we’re NOT where we want to be in our lives

-Deep within we hate ourselves for it

-We talk ourselves into believing that it’s “ok”

-Media pats us on the shoulder, telling us that it’s “ok”

-If we only ceased denying our problems — we would be able to start making changes

-If we only started making changes — we wouldn’t hate ourselves for staying the same way

-We’re not ok and it’s ok. We can change

 

But this doesn’t happen

This denial not only persists on the individual level: but it’s PROJECTED onto the world

And now we’re so permitting — really we’re just so in denial

 

I accept that i will get old and die

And in my last years — chances are I be sick and useless

I accept that the generations after me will be so much smarter

I accept that there’s a lot of nonsense in my mind, that I will not have gotten rid of before I’m rotting in the ground

I accept my place in society — be it “fair” or not. I accept my share of resources; It’s more then my ancestors could have hoped for

 

If I live unhealthily — I will be disgusted by it; Like I am disgusted by fat people and their sickness

I am disgusted by uselessness; Yet I accept that sad nature of uselessness, the flawed education and demotivation; I myself could be more useful. It’s not ok to be useless

I don’t engage in stupid behaviours, to the extent to which I recognise them as stupid; I am not very fond of posing criticism, but obviously I denounce everything I deem stupid. There is no excuse for stupidity

 

I don’t wanna hear “it’s ok”

I know what is “ok” and what ISN’T “OK”

and that’s OK

It’s ok that I’m NOT ok

I am getting better

We are doing our best

Everyone is doing their best

We are SLOWLY getting better

 

We’re OK because we are HUMAN

That’s why we’re ok

And that involves all the ways in which we’re NOT ok: all our problems and struggles and misgivings

And they can’t continue being DENIED

And I don’t want to hear what I’m allowed to like or not like, and what I’m allowed to criticise or not criticise

I’m not afraid to say that we are FUCKED

Because I know that it’s ok