“life is good,” he said.

“life is good,” he said.

my friend showed up out of nowhere sat down, lit a kretek and just breathed for a while.

i asked what happened. he said, “lost my wallet, phone broke, bike’s a wreck had to push it all the way here.”

i laughed a little, “shit, buddy. what a day.” he shrugged, “life is good anyway.”

i didn’t think much of it. just a thing people say.

life is what we go through good is how we wish it felt.

then another day, he called while i was out. said someone scammed his tuition, his girl left, and before he hung up he said, “life is good.”

i didn’t get it. not yet.

then something hit me. something i didn’t expect. real fear. real silence. no way out.

and i remembered.

i said it to myself, “life is good.”

now i say it when things fall apart, when the room is too quiet, when i don’t know what’s next.

not because it fixes anything, but because it reminds me i’m still here.

and maybe that’s enough.

life is good.