“everything will be okay”

when we say

everything will be okay

we do not mean

that anything will be good

that anything will work out

that you can dodge loss

or mourning

or corrosive regret.

we mean

that life always meant to be half-tragic,

and it will have its due

and you will love it anyway,

find some piece of it to love

or if you cannot love it,

you will find meaning in it

and if you cannot find meaning in it,

it will make you appreciate the good parts

and if you can’t find any of those,

it will at least be beautiful,

if only to another,

and, hey - living is a sacrament.

and all of this is as inevitable

as impersonal

as erosion

as collapse

as eating meat.

it will be okay.

it’s supposed to be this way.