Nearly ordinary is an exquisite irony.
It’s just another ordinary morning. We wake up, have our coffee, dress up, go to work, meet the same people, send off emails, call a friend, share a link on Facebook, come home, go for our daily run, have dinner, watch tv, retire to bed and wake up to another ordinary morning.
We detest the ordinary. The word itself conjures up a colorless and uninteresting world that lacks poetic beauty. We try to escape from it – we fly off to exotic destinations and seek spontaneous happenstance to break its streak of monotony. We often take for granted the significance of it. We believe that the ordinary exists with or without us, but that’s simply not true. There is a certain beauty in the ordinary that makes it almost magical. And things are not magical because of magic. They are magical because we believe in magic, the same way we love because we believe in love. We need to start believing in the magic of the ordinary.
The magic of the ordinary can come from the most mundane satisfaction of sitting on your couch, watching your favorite tv show. That first sip of scalding hot coffee in the morning. Asking the cleaning lady at work how her day has been. The simple act of paying for your meal, of calling a friend, of earning a salary, of running through the park, of getting out of bed each morning or simply sitting still in a garden in wonderment. These are all often mistaken as ordinary. But it isn’t. It’s nearly ordinary.
One day, you will miss getting out of bed on your own. You will miss having a job. You will miss being able to run. You will miss the people you grew sick of seeing every day. You will miss being on your laptop together, in separate silences. You will even miss her when she steals the sheets. Do not ignore the ordinary. You have no idea how lovely it is once it disappears.