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Ordinary Human Being


I’ve always wished I were special.
Always seen me as an extraordinary human who can have the world.
This is me, a 21-year-old me, understanding that I am not extraordinary.
I am not even special.
I am just an ordinary person with dreams. With illusions.
I don’t stand unique in the crowd. I don’t attract the eye. I am not the show stopper.
These hard-core facts made me question myself one thing,
"Why do you need to be extraordinary?"
Since a very young age, I’ve always been on my toes to prove that I am stronger, smarter, funnier, and prettier. I sometimes still try to be that child, trying so hard to be something I am not.
Now what I am here, in this stage of my life,
I need nothing more than a simple life.
I know I am not enough.
I know I am not perfect.
I know I am not beautiful.
I know I am not extraordinary.
And I also know that I am okay with me not being extraordinary.
I try so hard to please people that I forget to honor my body and soul's efforts to make me happy.
I am a regular, simple, and ordinary human being with dreams that I may or may not make my reality.
And I am okay with it.
I am not sorry that I am an ordinary human being.
#OHB.



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