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.
Normal rocks.