The Odd and Ordinary People

Odd and ordinary people celebrate the odd and ordinary things. The first time they learned to tie their shoes to the last time they had struggled to spell a word correctly. They recognize a beauty in how the sun refracts off leaves, how the wind still blows, to how the people of the world still laugh. The odd and the ordinary will cry when it's time to cry and laugh when it's time to laugh, the hope pours out of them with everything. The odd and the ordinary people know that if nothing in life matters, then what matters is the odd and ordinary things they do. 

The odd and ordinary people will be and be forever until the earth calls their name. They will study, laugh, cry, dream, and love simply because they can. They know that if you closed every sentence you spoke, that if you were wary of every step you took, then the odd and ordinary complexity of life was never lived. The odd and the ordinary are good friends with everything real and infinite, they will remember the simple lovely things that the superhuman never glanced at, they will remember the world as it was, as it is, and what it will be. 

The odd and the ordinary are in everything, from a habit that you picked up, to the very way you walk. They will treasure these moments as the common intricacies of living. You cannot escape the odd and ordinary life, you cannot escape the bad and good that it gives, but perhaps you can choose to learn as the odd and ordinary had already done. That instead of finding a reason to live, realize that it has never been a secret that you are alive. Then one day you'll understand that the odd and ordinary do not accept life as it is but choose to make it better. One day you'll find that the odd and the ordinary live in you, and love life not because it was kind to them, but because they choose to be kind to themselves.