When okay is not enough…

okay“If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s this: We all want everything to be okay. We don’t even wish so much for fantastic or marvelous or outstanding. We will happily settle for okay, because most of the time, okay is enough.”David Levithan

Let me tell you something about myself: I’ve never really settled for okay. Yes, okay is good. For a while. But there’s always something to ruin it… there’s always something waiting to ruin our lives…

You grow complacent with the people in your lives, the dream you had ever since you were a boy becomes just a job… then something bad happens.

And it’s okay to wish for it to be okay again. Just okay. It would be enough to have just enough.

But it’s not. Because you feel like you’ve got nothing. And you just want something, something to hold on to.

I’ve always wanted to be the hero of my own story. My life’s story. And a good story has it all: heartbreaks, drama, tragedies, ups and downs, but most of all… it has a dream. Something to aspire towards.

Obviously, my dream is to become a professional writer. I’ve been losing my way for a long, long time. I’ve quit, I’ve unpublished novels, I discarded first drafts, gave up on projects, postponed them until I gave up on them, and so on. But when the chips are down, when it really pours on me, that’s when I really get motivated.

Yes, in a way it’s easy to get motivated when you’ve got nothing. You only have to reach rock bottom to realize how important this dream really is.

 

At any given moment we’d happily settle for okay. But it’s not enough. It really isn’t. We need to appreciate what we have, what can’t be taken from us. What we really live for.

In my case, I live to write. It’s been so for thirteen years now. And I’m not giving up on that, and I’m not even going to lie to myself and think that it’s no big deal. What else do I really need? I’ve got my dream, I’ve got my stories to write, and it feels great to be writing again, after a pretty long break.

Don’t settle for okay. Don’t grown complacent with people, places, or ideas. Don’t think that the rest of us have it all figured out, because we don’t. Don’t try to find a shortcut, a secret recipe, and never, ever try to pursue happiness, because it’s just a state of mind.

Aim higher, but don’t try too hard. Keep things in perspective. Live in the moment. Enjoy it. You never know when it could all end.

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11 thoughts on “When okay is not enough…

  1. I absolutely love this!!!! Very well said. I too fell off the wagon of writing, because I lost my spark trying to compare myself to others. We are destined to be better than okay. We all dance to our own music. We should have tunnel vision in retrospect. I think it’s the only time to be selfish, when it comes to our dreams… to an extent :-)

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  2. This is absolutely correct. Please, everyone, don’t settle for okay. Pursue your dreams NOW. You are so right about maybe one day losing everything. I lost everything. I am blind, unable to walk, not even able to feel for things as most blind people do because I have no feeling in my hands and feet. I have no helpers. But I survive. I live to write. And I want to write reality. But with hope still intact. Thankyou for this. It says it all. As it really is. My own stuff came from getting cancer. So now here I am! Keep writing Mihal. While you can

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  3. I stopped writing from about when I was 16 to not to long ago. Oh, every once in a while it surfaced, but life kept getting in the way. I think part of the problem was I wanted to write Science Fiction, completely ignoring the fact I’d lived a life few people would believe. I think part of it was that life was just to painful to want to write about.
    So one day, someone told me your life sounds like a novel. I looked at that person, blinked, and turned to my computer. I opened Word, looked at the blank page for a second, trying to figure out where to start.
    Then I typed CHAPTER ONE – IRAQ.
    I haven’t been able to stop since.
    I realized that writing about the painful stuff was therapy in itself. And putting it into a story helped me deal with it, look at it through different perspectives, and make sense of some of what I’d gone through.

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    • It is therapy. And I think most writers fail to see the art in their lives. We are so used to being artists trying to capture and translate the beauty around us that we sometimes neglect to notice that we ourselves are art.

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