I did ok, I went for trekking, exhausted halfway, I did ok. I made pancakes, burnt half of them, I did ok. I arranged a party, half turned up, I did ok. I painted a peacock, colored it yellow, I did ok. I called grandmom, forgot her birthday, I did less than ok. I finished my meal, threw the salad, I did less than ok. I bought a purse, lost it in one day, I did less than ok. I went to Rome, did not see Michelangelo, I did less than ok. All my life, i settled around 'ok', I did less than ok. I think, I never tried for the best, I always settled for ok. Maybe,what appeared best, was actually only ok. Maybe the word 'ok' is so toxic, that it made me adjust 'ok'. Or maybe I am just another, one of the millions modern world's slaves of 'ok'.