I will live an ordinary life.

 

I didn’t know that before

but I know it now.

And there is peace and comfort in letting go

of my lofty dreams and outlandish goals

to realize the reality of my life

and let myself be

the ordinary person that I am.

 

There is a fearlessness in knowing what my life will bring

in accepting how my days will go

that there will be no bright lights or applause or fame

that I will live by working at a job for which I feel only apathy and luke-warm enjoyment

and that I will give into the boredom and lack of fulfillment

to have children 

who will dream of better, less ordinary lives

than mine.

 

 

There is a freedom

in choosing

--despite the disappointment and loss of realizing my ordinary life--

to live. 

 

Because an ordinary life

can dream.

Where extraordinary life can only be.

And I know that I will never stop dreaming

of being anything but ordinary.