Young Writers Society

The most ordinary feeling

Somebody once said, "I'm extraordinary is the most ordinary feeling anyone ever have."

This sensation in our bones that, I'm no ordinary individual is the germ of infinite ideas and great expeditions in life. We don't want to be in the mainstream. We are different and not the part of a big crowd: The crowd being the mainstream and ordinary. The sensation stays until we realize that we can fail in our lives and that we may be unique but so is everybody else. Only later do we stipulate that we are same decaying matter as everything else in here.

The failure

People hardly do realize that number of unsuccessful people is much more than the successful ones. We have a tendency not to look on the dark side of things. What if I fail? We try to ignore all that, because we think nothing bad can ever to us the extraordinary. Like the psychologists say, "We expect the bad things will only happen to our neighbors."

We can see, the same sensation which is the germ of great ideas and undertakings; when starts breeding can lead to overestimation of the great self.

I can't fail. And then most of us do.

It takes a lot of time to swallow it. This is the juncture that changes us as individuals: Our perspectives, our lives. We are not same anymore. For good or bad? Only the time can tell. To deal with it, we learn to look on the bright side of the thing in the darkest of the places. We grow to accept things, adapt to changes. We know in our hearts, it's not where we want to be. And yet we go on. We are broken, we quibble in our minds over unreasonable things. Irrationality percolates in our brain. We break loose, we stand again, we break loose, we stand again...

The kind of vagary that failure induces in us, makes us more humble. It's only after we fail, we realize how weak we were. I couldn't look people in the eye.

The negative vibes

Life has it's own way. No matter how strong you keep going, there will always be people trying to curb our enthusiasm. Not just the people, manifolds of decoy ostensibly set up by time cross our ways. Rejections, break-ups, jealousy. We grow stronger every time we strive against these set-ups.

The fire burns more furiously. And yet we stay calm.

The master of our lives

Time

The time is very inertial in characteristic. When it's good, it's good. When it's bad, it's bad. It's in the Grey we strive and struggle to be the better version of ourselves. Sometimes things seems to repeat, the events unfold in a similar manner it did erstwhile. That's when the horrors of past devour us. The déjà vu hit us, until we learn to confront it. When we finally conquer, do we realize that time is trying to teach us. There is an essence of purpose in every way it is, the way it is. A feeling creeps in that, that probably the air around us is conscious, it knows us better than any other person alive. We feel a surge of satisfaction. We now know that we are not alone, we have never been.

The bubble

A bubble, that can trap us, lure us and finally destroy us. Time with it's inertial characteristic wrap our lives with the most endearing components. All our desires are abated. For a fleeting moment, all we want is to stay trapped forever. But the bubble pops.

BOOM!

The reality comes flooding in. The euphoria is gone. The inertia is all that left. A.Constant.Bad.Time.

A new bubble forms, catchy components(life knows us), plummeting desires(we stay tranquilized), fleeting joy(we're screwed).

BOOM!

A new bubble forms...

Remember, time is our master.