Infinitely Ordinary

Theres a simple pleasure in the everyday

That we’re so used to the everyday that we forget to give it awe

The days start to run together and we forget how beautiful it is

To wake up each morning

How wonderful that cup of coffee is in the morning

We forget to smell the flowers and watch the sunsets and sunrises

We forget that every day is a miracle and a gift

Theres a million things that could go wrong at any given moment

Theres a million different ways we could not live to see tomorrow or that or life could derail

I think every single ordinary fay is a gift

I know I would give anything to go back 4 years and appreciate all those ordinary days

As the gifts they were

Infinitely ordinary days are a blessing in disguise

We seek stability and comfort

Yet forsake it for adventure

We forget that every day is a gift

And the ordinary days are the ones we’ll look back at in regret

Because we didn’t appreciate everything we had in those infinitely ordinary days that never seem to end

Until they do and then there’s no going back.

I hate to see people malign the ordinary

Yet everyone does

But the ordinary is the lifeblood of existence

Not every day is exceptional and that’s okay those ordinary days where we spend time with people important to us deserve to be cherished and remembered.