Extraordinary

When we were young

in the magic of after-midnight light

talking of the future, dreams, ideas

We thought we were extraordinary

We didn’t know how quickly it would fade

How the gray would take over

How our group would dwindle

We thought we could make it last forever

We thought we were extraordinary

But people aren’t exraordinary

We just maybe get to share some

extraordinary moments

Over time the youth-magic changes

From sparkles into something deeper and more real: sometimes

With no need to bemoan our ordinaryness

But to work to create extraordinary moments

Intentionally

Carefully

Life is easier in the ordinary

Extraordinary is risky

Extreme in all directions

It is uncontrolable

Thank goodness we are not extraordinary

That responsibility is too heavy

Living a whole life in something

That was only meant for moments

Those who continue to believe they are the exception

Their tower a prison

Grabbing the edges that keep falling into ordinary

Their greatest fear

Falling down with the rest of us

I am learning to be okay

With my ordinary life

To be faithful and honest with what I have and who I am

To build relationships and systems that grow into something

Greater than I am alone

Into something extraordinary

Where extraordinary moments can be shared

and let go

and appriciated

for the breathtaking beauty and brevity

That they are