We go around life longing to be different. Special. Unique.
To leave a mark in the sand of time.
To stand out.
And then the ground shifts, or shakes, or shatters.
Something happens that threatens all you took for granted.
And then all you long for is normal.
To be allowed to live the life you forgot to value.
To be allowed to have those hundreds of irrelevant moments.
Breakfast and other daily rituals suddenly acquire the attractiveness of an exotic vacation.
May normal be with you. Every day in every way.