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.