“When I’m up with the sunrise, I want more than just blue skies”

The biggest lie we tell ourselves is that we’re okay.

We’re not okay, and that in itself is beautiful, because imagine how boring life would be if every day was just okay – if every dawn till dusk, we just felt “Okay”. Wouldn’t you feel so unsatisfied?

I don’t know much about life, but in the short time that I’ve been around, it’s pretty clear that humans have this insatiable deep-rooted hunger to be more – more intelligent, more beautiful, more untroubled, more….more anything and everything. It’s what makes us human.

So what I’ve never understood is why everyone craves to be merely “okay”.

I mean, why would you want to be okay when you could be inexplicably, unnecessarily, unapologetically happy. Why wouldn’t you want to be intoxicated with joy and feel like a warm summer night accented with glittering pearls for stars, surrounded by people who light up your soul?

Why wouldn’t you want to feel like the speed of light? Beautifully, recklessly, magnificent.

The feeling of being lighter than air and giddy with laughter.. isn’t that better than being okay?

Feeling like you’re drowning in an emotional ocean shifting through the million hues of blue pain still can’t compare to being just “okay”?

Blinding yourself in a fiery red-orange haze of confusion and anger still doesn’t outshine the beige that comes with being “okay?

The deep-set lavender hues of feelings and small stomach-churning butterflies caused by that special someone still can’t compare to the mediocrity of the “okay” existence?

I perceive life as a messy paint palette and all the individual colors are our emotions. The palette begins untouched and clean, and no matter how hard we try to keep it that way, the colors always mix. They affect each other and always create something new, something unexpected, something more brilliant than before. Each experience we have is a single situation in our lives crossing with a current blend of emotions we hold in – little by little creating a stream of memories that become the history of us.

So what I’m really trying to say is that no one would choose the unappealing beige sitting at the corner of their palette to paint their canvas with, because after all, why would you, when you have a brilliant array of enthralling colors to choose from?

So why do we choose to be “okay”?

In a lifetime, those who settled for being “okay” will end up looking back and seeing everything in black and white, but those who choose to be more than “okay”, who crave with every fiber of their being to be more than just “okay” will get to reflect on a blindingly exquisite past.

The irony in “okay” is that we never were just “okay” to begin with, so how could we ever end up being just “okay”?



*Sidenote – being okay is lame when you can be AYEEok don’t kill me  *。⋆ฺ(*´◡`)

**I have also discovered that writing things at 3 am while listening to every coldplay song available really confuses a person, so if you managed to understand any of that and stuck around until the end then you are one beautiful creature  (*°∀°)




  1. ^-^ · July 9, 2016

    I am a beautiful creature

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Anonymous · June 24, 2017

    Nice wordpress blog. Meaningful. Don’t stop writing.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Anonymous · June 24, 2017

    Keep it up M.V.;-)


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