They had an ordinary life, full of ordinary things-if love can ever be called that.
–Leigh Bardugo/Ruin and Rising
This was the happy ending of a book in which two people with extraordinary abilities lost nearly everything except love. No, I am not going to talk about beginnings and endings again. I am going to wonder about things that are ordinary.
Ordinary gets a bit of a bum rap. The thing is, there is really nothing wrong with ordinary.
Boring? Sure. Banal? Absolutely. Watching TV all day? Yes.
Ordinary isn’t necessarily a synonym for boring though. All of the every day miracles are ordinary things. The fault is not in things and people being ordinary, but in not appreciating what is beautiful about them.
Sun.
Rain.
Grass.
Books.
Music.
Sex.
Breathing.
Heartbeats.
Love. Always love.
Things that manage to be both ordinary and extraordinary at the same time.
and there are thousands of them.