Ordinary

You wake up everyday and walk into the streets, blending into the crowd and willing yourself to be as inconspicuous as possible. 

You spend every waking hour thinking about the things that could have been, but how is it that it slipped so easily through those clammy hands? 

Then the fear of being ordinary strikes. You learn eventually that the world doesn't work that way, you make a name for yourself (something that goes two ways) or you don't. 

But the twist in this is that being ordinary does not deter you from creating extraordinary experiences and memories. Perhaps when you search too deep you fail to grasp little intangible things, to live in the moment. Special moments are all around you or they hold up and eventually will come to you at some point in time. 

Because sometimes you just need to let go of the need to be normal (ironically). But I guess this degree of certainty comes differently to everyone.

And sometimes (if not always), I will myself to have more of it.