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“Are you okay?” He asked me.
Okay is a subjective term, I think.
I can't answer it properly, it's too subjective.
Am I okay? To others, perhaps not.
But for me? I'd say I am okay, if just a little bit.
I smile softy and nod. What is there to say?
“You seem tired, please rest”
No, I will not do such a thing.
For the time for rest is a time earned
Earned by doing work and deeds of good.
However, I've done none of the sort.
“I don't think you're ok”, he nudges me this time. Concern all over his face. Again, another soft smile. It's all I can give to reassure him.
On the contrary, I think the opposite.
i know I am marching forward.
So that means I'm okay. I'm okay with that
“I’m okay, don't worry”, I give in and respond. I don't think he's convinced. I don't think I am, either.
He knows there's much for me to do.
I have done so much that cannot be absolved.
I've done wrong. I am wrong. He knows it.
I've resigned himself to this fate.
After all, I dug myself this hole and jumped straight down.
But there's no harm in marching forward, right?
Even if only to pave a path for another.
Salvation is reserved for those who deserve it.
What else is there for me? I'm already falling down.