I just happened to come across a blog post on tumblr about how a person believes that he is meant to be ordinary because of the things happening around him. I’m not the type to write posts about deeper things or reasonings on tumblr, so it’s placed here. To those who may know him, you’re free to share this post to him if you feel that it might help him. In the end, everyone needs some help once in a while.
Ordinary is defined as “with no special or distinctive features” by the dictionary installed onto my computer. There is no such thing as meant to be ordinary in my opinion. If ever you become ordinary, you only have yourself to blame because being ordinary is a choice— not a fated occurrence.
Why do I believe in such a thing? It’s all based on a certain belief I have.
Everyone strives to do their best when they’re a kid. As a kid, we each had our hopes and dreams. I’m quite sure at that time, these dreams were either general ideas or professions we want to have— from a doctor to a pyro technician. Our dreams as a kid were molded by the ideals of our family or events in our childhood that had a great impact (whether simple or not).
As we enter grade school, we start to change these dreams of ours— nevertheless, we still had them. With our minds molded by what happens on TV, we start to lean towards dreams connected to stardom. When we were in grade school, we had simple lives. Those times wherein we could spend a part of our day watching TV without worrying about academics at the back of minds. We were carefree and filled with joy. We didn’t know what the concept of stress was. It was simple fun and enjoying the ride in grade school. It still allowed us to have hopes on our dreams.
Suddenly, we’re in high school. It may or may not be a new environment. For my case, it was. Suddenly, we see responsibilities being thrown at us and we wonder if we can stand up to them. Our far-sighted dreams or slowly clouded by those near-sighted dreams— a few of which are not failing this subject or getting highest honors. We’re blinded by standards and shiny awards that we forget that childhood dreams or hopes of ours.
The problem with these near-sighted goals is that they brainwash us into believing that they need to be achieved for us to reach that far-sighted goal of ours. What is even worse is when these near-sighted goals are unattained. When they become unattained, we start to degrade ourselves because we didn’t live up to the goal. We see others who are garnering awards and achievements effortlessly. We envy them because they don’t seem to have problems. We start to think that we are meant to be just normal people because we can’t do anything right. We start giving up on those short-term goals. This is where one starts the road of becoming ordinary.
By giving up the challenge ahead of you, you are turning down a fight— a fight to become a better person. It doesn’t matter whether or not you lose the fight because in the end, you still learn something. Every significant event that happens in a person’s life is meant to have a lesson whether simple or complicated. Those short-term goals are just obstacles preparing you for that dream in the end— the sweet dream. By persevering, you’re making a stand— a stand against ordinary by showing you’re not going to give up in becoming different. It’s better for your life to reach its end while you’re striving to be different as opposed to admitting you were destined to be ordinary.
I’m not saying being fatalistic is a bad thing, but it isn’t the solution to everything especially in trying to be different. You can be fatalistic this scenario: you did the best you could down the the very fiber of your being, but unable to reach the desired result in the end. You can be fatalistic in the sense that you were meant to fail the said task because you will learn something more from failing as opposed to achieving optimum results.
You start becoming ordinary when you start giving up on a dream.