Ordinary

 She wakes up in the morning.  An ordinary day. But what is ordinary?  
Foolishness, dramatic and traumatizing events? A day that was just  
like yesterday day? Same thing different day. Everytime you make a  
sandwhich out of the same things, turkey, provalone, a leaf of lettace  
and two slices of bread does it always apear the same? Does it always  
taste as fresh as before? Is it ordinary; are the slices all the same  
size, thickness, do they tear? Ordindinary does not exsist in this  
world. Northing is normal nothing is ever the same... But yet to her;  
in her eyes everyday felt like the same day. She saw the same faces  
over and over again. Wake up, feed the dogs take a shower and do all  
the feminine things women do to themselves in the morning.  A typical  
day. Pop some cinnamon raisin bread into the toaster. Pour your cup of  
coffee that you have automatically set to brew as you did your morning  
ruitene. Kiss your husband goodbye as he leaves on his typical day  
around the cities. Say goodbye do the dogs and always end up at work  
at 7:55 in the morning. Wave hello to your coworkers. Same faces...  
Same cubicles, same thing as you did before. Your boss leans in your  
office and asks If you have had your coffee yet before he tells you  
your first task of the day. Same tasks you were assigned yesterday.  
Same tasks youll be assigned tomorrow...

This day was an ordinary day. But what's next? People ask for change.  
They ask for something different and yet when something changes and  
somethng is different all we hear is complaints. Why can't we just be  
happy in what we ask for? Why do we feel so weird when things turn out  
not so ordinary? We ask for warm weather when it's cold outside. And  
we ask for cold weather when it's scorching hot outside. We all live  
in a world where we want instant gratification. Please me now or I  
won't give a damn. Chase after things until it can work out. Run away  
from things that want you. Attract those who show no interest and hide  
when they come after you. Why? Why do we want things we can't have and  
avoid things that we could have so easily? It could be the chase or  
the game. We all love playing games. We all say it's hard to overcome  
obsticles and yet we do everyday.
When wI'll we have this world figured out. Why can't we accept the  
differnces in us all. Is there a right way to live? To breathe? Must  
my breaths be as long or as short as yours?

Can I close my eyes just for a minute and just think about myself  
sitting next to you? Feeling the air that you touch. Can I just close  
my eyes and dream about sinking my toes in the sand and remembering  
how I wanted my life to turn out. Are you happy when you think about  
living s different life? Can your own not satisfy yourself? Let the  
chips fall where they land. We are where we need to be. We breath the  
air that we are intended on breathing. Is there more? There is always  
more... You just gotta get up and fight for it. Make this day a day  
that is not so ordinary.


-Kristi Lane