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Ordinary Person

I am not an ordinary person. I am no genius, no artist, and barely a poet. I have no great life's work, no opera, no magnum opus; but I'm no ordinary person. There are no great lovers waiting for my arrival at the docks, or morning my departure as the ship sets sail. No major sporting events with crowds of fans cheering and booing my every success and failure. Nobody takes pictures of me or gawks at my pose. Nor does anyone ask for my signature on their favorite piece of paper, which happens to be stained by the ink of my own words. No one praises me for my work, or thinks I'm the best at what I do, whatever it is I do. But I'm no ordinary person. I have no son or daughter to look up to me. Parties aren't thrown for me, and I am not on the top of anyone's list, not even the shit list my enemies make. I don't dance very well, and I'm not a good singer, songwriter, musician, or composer. I'll probably never be on TV or in the movies, no that's not gonna be me. But my life's work is its happiness, my operas are my own personal dramas, and my magnum opus is this life itself. For I am like you the extraordinary person.
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Nov 25, 2010
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