Someone I care about keeps asking me how I am. What do I say when each answer is both truth and lie: great/terrible, strong/weak, hopeful/hopeless, faithful/fearful, solid/vapor? It is not my intention to be conflicted or confusing or mutable.
Yes, I am okay.
No, I am not okay.
Yes, I want to live and make a difference.
No, I want to this ineffectual life to be over.
I’m like a bunch of well used marbles. Some have retained their sparkle, while many are badly scuffed or chipped, ill suited for their original purpose. So pick a marble, any one, and what you see is the truth, at least in part.