Okay
Okay.
It might be the worst state in the world for a man to be “okay.” Okay means that you have learned to cope with life’s difficulties instead of actually getting past them. You have learned to ignore your guilt instead of getting rid of it.
Misery is a better state. Misery means that you still know that there is something wrong with the world. Misery means that there is a standard, a way that things are supposed to be—and we have missed it. We either have strayed from it, or have not found it yet—or it has not yet come upon is. Misery means that there is still a conscience—the soul’s memory of perfection, and its gnawing hunger to return to it.
Happiness—true, lasting and inward happiness—results only from finding the Source of this perfection—which every soul was made for. Like a key into a lock, it fits. We are “restless till we rest in” Him. We were created with this friendship in mind, and until we find it, we will be either miserable or—worse—just okay.
