"It will be ok."
That statement is always true.
Eventually.
For the people who survive.
But it's not ok because things turned out good, it's eventually ok because humans can adapt to almost anything that doesn't outright kill us instantly. It's rarely pleasant, and usually hard, but we adapt.
In abusive relationships, you think you're ok because you maybe have it under control and at least it's not worse.
In times of food shortage, it's ok because you get used to hungry and find ways to distract yourself and at least you're not alone.
People with terminal illnesses will tell you they're ok, because they're adapting to living with the end, not because they're actually ok with it coming.
So when someone says, "it will be ok," I find that true but not the slightest bit comforting.
Ok does not mean good. Ok means that you'll adapt and rationalize and normalize whatever awful shit happens, as long as it doesn't kill you quickly. Humans are very adaptable, it's kind of our thing, and ok is just our way of saying we're adapting.
