The league of the ordinaries

I have great parents, a great family. I went smoothly through school, college, and later university. I have two legs, two arms, two eyes, a nose, two ears; an average size and built. You’re right I am ordinary somewhere, and even proud about it.  Behind ordinary, there is a base onto which so many things can happen, a stability which allows recovery, nursing, licking of the wounds, discovery, confidence, curiosity. Maybe I should start a league? The league of the ordinaries?

Ordinary

Watching a speech on YouTube this afternoon. I rings like a typical TED talk, though not a ted.com yet, rather a speech label “motivational speaking”…. And…it’s all but motivational, unless… I start looking into killing myself first, or anything else, as long as I can prove an amazing huge life changing event. My cat died last year… Can it work? There is something morbid about many of these motivational speeches… an unpleasant message… something like… unless your life’s story bump into a very unpleasant chapter, you are not worth it. Yes, these people are extraordinary in pulling themselves and life together. Still, could we present that in another way? Listening to the end of the script, I am curious: for one extraordinary person which will make it to the news today, how many ordinary people in the background who made it possible? Friends, family, support circle, people extraordinary for their patience, their love, their generosity who make every day possible for so many. I am sure I met a few today just walking in the street, and I may never know it.

Lunch time philosophy

It all started in the train this morning. I met X, and X went on and on and on… “you should see that, unbelievable”… “I can’t believe it is happening again”… “it’s all such a mess”… and “really how could Y do that to me”…. and on and on and on, until…. as I was about to lose patience or interest I am still pondering, came the sneaky comment “you can’t understand, nothing ever happened to you”… Later that day, as I go to pick up a coffee I come across W, who quickly turns on the mechanics… on and on and on and on…”So terrible”… “So tired, so unfair”… “you would say some people think”… “I thought at least some decency there”…. and on and on and on and on until –like a Déjà vu- the sneaky comments “you can’t understand, nothing ever happened to you”…. What if? What if actually I do understand everything, and so well that I can choose the right approach to life that whatever happens to me becomes learning and feedback, as if nothing ever happened to me? Cool, isn’t it!

Wait… I’m safe…

Hum… no car crash whatsoever? No personal attacks? No depression or tentative to kill myself? No life threatening illness? No life changing event? No unnatural death in the family? Not even a broken bone… Gosh, how will I survive? Please, give me a motivational speech by an ordinary person like me that I can keep some hope… oh wait, I’m safe, there was that minor cycling accident… pfff… that feels good