I swear to god, from the second we get out of the womb, we are trained to be normal. Ordinary, like that is some kind of thing to strive for. From kindergarten when we are told to pick out the thing that is not like the others, to middle school, when no matter how hard we try, normal is all we want to be anyway. Finally, in high school, when you are told what grades are normal, what emotions are normal, what thoughts are normal, as if society can control those things. Before long, it turns into striving to make our actions, our dreams and ambitions, that nasty state of being. Why would anyone want to be normal? Why in the hell… would anyone want to be ordinary? Why can’t we strive to be special, extraordinary? I guess I found this out a little to late, but normal is never the destination, just a place we pass by on the way to becoming spectacular, individual human beings, capable of doing anything and everything possible. If you can think it, you can be it.
The difference between ordinary and extraordinary is the little extra.