False Comfort

Among the few blatant lies that masquerade as comfort in this world, one is this: someday everything will be all right.

The truth is, when that someday finally arrives, a new kind of wrong begins from that very day. We start counting days again, stroking our own heads and whispering to ourselves: someday everything will be all right.

Old sorrows shed their skins and return wearing new faces.
Old torments dry up their wounds only to fester anew on fresh skin.

The person who left saying they'd return someday never comes back, those who forgot how to laugh never learn to laugh again, the shattered pieces of broken trust can never be mended whole, and the scar on a heart burned deep never truly heals.

No, those who have loved and lost their way to sorrow never love again with the same heart. Though we speak of someday when everything will be all right, nothing ever truly becomes right again. What is lost remains lost forever.

Waiting for that someday when all will be well, how many sunsets slip away, how many days pass by, how many flowers bloom and fall. Only that day when everything will be all right never comes.

This day keeps promising to come, always about to arrive, and meanwhile we ourselves depart one day. That someday when all will be right never makes the mistake of actually coming. And if it does come, by then the very person for whom we wanted everything to be right has vanished from our lives.

So I say this: nothing ever becomes right on its own. Instead, we must make ourselves right, accept reality and learn to align ourselves with truth. Unless we learn to accept and adapt, nothing ever truly becomes right.