Extraordinarily Ordinary

A few years ago, I began to see what I thought I needed to do. I had plans to go to a good school, move to some elaborate place, and become who I wanted to be. I was perfectly happy going to a normal school and taking all the required classes with nothing else, having a degree that was nothing more than simply common, and living a life that was my own that wasn't too hard for someone like me to obtain.

But then something happened. I met someone who believed in the impossible. Who believed that ordinary people can be extraordinary. I began believing I could do things that I had once believed to be impossible to obtain. I believed in the impossible. I believed I could do what some would call dreaming. I believed I could do extraordinary things and be an extraordinary person. I began developing new dreams and goals, and I allowed my imagination to take over my life. I allowed myself to believe I could do things that my entire life I had known were impossible for me. And by finding new dreams, I gave up all the dreams I had once had in order to obtain the most impossible of them all.

But they call the impossible "impossible" for a reason; because it is unobtainable. If something is deemed impossible, it means that by no standards of the human mind can one get to it. There's a reason why they say you can be what you want to be, and then put limits on it. Impossible things are not obtainable, no matter how much we try to believe it. Ordinary people are meant to do ordinary things. That's why we're ordinary. And people who actually obtain the "impossible," or whatever the hell you really want to label it as, are just pretending. They don't know what they want, that's why they go for things that are impossible, because they might by some form of magic find what they were actually supposed to do.

Truly extraordinary people who are actually put on earth to do something more than just ordinary life are placed here to do the life saving, the extraordinary lifestyle, and to help us ordinary people along the way. We aren't all put here to do extraordinary things. In fact, none of us are. If anyone were put here to do an extraordinary thing, it wouldn't exactly be extraordinary anymore, now would it? We were put here to serve our time, serve God to the best of our abilities and then when the time comes, and to fulfill any purposes we were actually put here to do.

For the last three years I've allowed my imagination and my dreams to rule my life. I gave up every single thing that was actually obtainable to me for one futile thing. I knew the whole time this dream would never come true, yet I was still more than willing to give up every single facet of my life. I can't change my decisions, but I can sure as hell try to get back to my life I started a few years ago. I'm perfectly more than happy to return to my simple, ordinary life. I haven't felt anything extraordinary in over nine horrible months, and I can't help but fully understand that ordinary is meant for me. Extraordinary was yet another dream that was unobtainable. The rest of my life as another ordinary member of the world is obtainable. And I can definitely accept that.

Ordinary is just another part of life. Deal with it.