I’m ordinary…and that’s okay.
Fundamentally, you always have to make choices. From tedious tasks like determining the type of face wash to use, assuming you do use a face wash, all the way to life-changing decisions such as choosing the job that best suits you. You even subconsciously make choices in regards to the type of person you want to be. Of course, these choices are not ultimately set in stone and they are continuously influenced by your ever-changing situation, the people around you and your ever-growing experiences.
I wanted to be special right from the get-go. That was the idea that I chose for myself. I still remember when everyone seemed like they were trying so hard to fit in, I so desperately wanted to stand out. I thought that was going to be my ticket to an unsurpassable level of success. Yet with all my endeavors and my explorations expeditions in weird fashion, music, academic progression and athletic development, one thing became painfully clear. Regardless of what the path was: I was painfully average.
So I had a choice to make, again. Continue on this path of attempting to become special or accept the reality of being someone ordinary. Eventually, I did choose the latter, obviously, that was already spelled out in the title of this post, and although it sounds mundane and gloomy, it’s not the end of the world. Being ordinary meant I didn’t excel in anything in particular but I wasn’t horrible in anything either. Academically, I was an okay student with prospective grades but not the Einstein of the class. Athletically, I had a firm grasp of the fundamentals in most sports but I wasn’t the MVP or a dire member of the team. Musically, I knew a couple of songs and could play a couple of instruments but just on an average level.
Somehow, in the beginning, this took a toll on me mentally and I struggled with determining my value on par with the other great people that surrounded me. However something was made clear to me, there are 7.8 billion people on Earth, realistically speaking not everyone can be special and yet people still manage to go on with their day. So why couldn’t I?
I’m 20 now, I’m supposedly at the most bewildered phase of life with little to nothing figured out and might be on the path to inevitable doom, or so my grandma says, BUT with that been said I have managed to come to terms to one thing for sure: I’m ordinary and that’s completely okay. I’ve got a lot of great aspects in life to be grateful for and never-ending choices to make to ensure that I, alongside my fellow ordinary people, can make the most of our ordinary lives.
Breathe… We’ve got this.
