Who defines ordinary? What makes for extraordinary? The relativity of these terms confounds me…

I want an ordinary love, ordinary in that it is simple and uncomplicated…but perhaps that is what makes it extraordinary, because is it not divine to live simply, live fully? And is it not human to live impetuously, live barely?

If that is the case then I seek the divine, I seek the extraordinary…

I want an ordinary day, one that merely has the serene, expected change from the bright morning sun to the night’s pale moon…but within the ordinary lies elements of extraordinary, such as the tranquility and beauty of nature and its systematic changes.

I want to encompass and imbibe those extraordinary elements into my seemingly ordinary day…

I want an ordinary relationship, without the burden of name, expectation, or duty.

But I want it to be extraordinary in its depth of connection, understanding, and communication…

The concepts of ordinary and extraordinary sometimes seem to merge between societal definitions of them and our own ideas and philosophies… my ordinary can be your extraordinary, my personal notion of extraordinary can largely be viewed as ordinary by others! I may strive for ordinary but that striving itself can be seen as extraordinary… who can ever say? Who can ever know?

The danger is in creating parallels, in assuming opposites and in finalizing distinctions. My duty, my wisdom, my pleasure, my meaning is mine. Who can say whether they are right, whether they fit within the definition of meaningful, or whether they will fulfill me or not? I may be ordinary, I may be extraordinary, or I may even be ordinarily extraordinary or extraordinarily ordinary… who can ever say? Who can ever know? The relativity of these terms confounds me.