Being Ordinary

Sometimes I get inside my own head. Well, most of the time actually. But some days more than others.

The simple things become hard. The nonsense questions get too important. The day gets shorter instead of longer. I start to crave more time, more clarity, more success.

Success in what? You ask…

We needn’t be ‘famous’ per se, rich or ‘top of the pyramid’ to be happy. We all know that. You don’t need to be a yogi or saint to appreciate the value of humility and a decent, honest way of life.

But, still, we want to feel good don’t we? We need that feeling of being alive, of growing, of connecting with others, and learning new things. It’s natural. It’s human. It’s even ordinary (I dare say)!

Living a ‘fine’ life is certainly not about the extravagant pleasures and indulgences that come with millions of dollars in the bank, nor walking down the red carpet each night (though for some it might be). And yet it’s not about disappearing either, or hiding away from your inherent qualities and gifts.

It’s somewhere very ordinarily in between I suspect. The way a spinning top (or the Earth) remains somehow stable; finely placed in between the rise and the fall. Riding the wave of mediocrity, of humility, of compassion.

It’s hard to take your eyes off of such beauty, is it not?

People are no different, and the realest ones out there, for sure, are those sat on a park bench, drinking a coffee and eating a sandwich.

You’d hardly expect enlightenment from such beings, and yet, from their point of view, everything is almost always pretty much fine. Not ecstatic. Not miserable either. Just content.

Trade your pleasures and your complaints for contentment my dear reader. Keep it simple and I’m sure you’ll end up somewhere rather ordinary in no time at all.

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