Ça va bien..
I’m alright. I’m always alright but I never am. You can ask me how my day was and I’ll tell you it was alright, but I never really mean it. I’m alright is my saviour phrase. I won’t have to explain the feelings that are buried down a good depth. I won’t be forced to empty my mind and heart in a long rant that you’ll end with: “you’ll be alright”. I’m alright saves me the trouble of looking into eyes full of pity. It saves others from the sense of obligation, that they need to help a person that is not alright. I’m alright is a short sentence that carries much more depth. It’s a camouflage, a cover for the battle you’re hiding inside. It filters who gets to share the big war with you, as a soldier and a companion, and who gets to stay on the sidelines, cheering, or from another perspective, jeering. I’m alright is not something I use to describe how I am but rather how I hope I’ll be. It’s a silent promise that keeps me going on. A small thread of hope t