The other day I was thinking of the term “all right,” or “alright.” Broken down, it’s “all” + “right.” Everything is right.
Except, we’ve somehow made it mean, essentially, “OK.” Like, fine, I guess. “How are you?” “I’m doing alright.” When a friend says that to me, I’m going to follow up, concerned.
What if, instead, I thought, I used this to start to think of things as “right,” always right, all right, even when they just seemed OK? That everything is always perfect as it is; that in every moment, any situation, I am having the exact right experience I am meant to be having. Try it, alright? All right. Let’s.
Even when things are OK, they are, it is, all right. Correct. Alright, all right.