How are you? I’m OK
People ask this very simple question….only three words… ”How are you?” I want to tell them the truth but instead I say… ”I am OK” even when I’m not..
…but why… why is it so hard to tell the truth? Let me tell you…
One time there was a little boy. He didn’t have much love in his life…all he had was the attention he got when he played the piano for a full room of people… They all loved him… The little boy liked that…all these smiling faces…the clapping and people telling him how good he was… that he was even better than people who had been doing this for many years… When the little boy was not playing the piano for people… his life was filled with fear and pain and nobody smiled at him… he feared for his life… he was too afraid to cry… nobody comforted him…
He learned to act like everything was fine… he hid his scars and bruises… When he played the piano he became a different little boy… There were times he couldn’t hide the fear in his eyes… and people started to ask questions… How are you? They asked… I’m OK he replied and smiled….
The little boy grew up and he didn’t have to go through the bad things ever again…but he didn’t know anything else… He kept his silence and kept saying “I am OK” all the time…when in reality he was dying on the inside… the fear and the pain didn’t go away… It got only got worse… Then one night he was alone and in his loneliness he decides to try out the new computer… he surfs through a few pages… Then he comes across a website that has a link to another website…and the link says “This website saved my life”
He decides to have a look….
After a few visits to this website he discovers a whole new side of himself… There really is ok to tell people how you really feel… it’s strange….it’s new…. It’s OK to say “I am not doing so well” when you are not doing good…. He meets many people there and becomes friends with many of them…. but this place isn’t the kind of place where he can talk about the bad stuff that happened when he was little…
Even though he can talk about it with some of his friends there…. so when the memories starts hunting him he closes up again…. ”I am OK”….
Now he feels ”OK” on the outside but inside…. no human words can describe what’s going on in there… so why not say…. ”I am OK”?