Work fully In Progress

This is something in the works….puttin it here so I can work on it at school when I go back morrow….
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I would not claim to be out of the ordinary, the ordinary is what each moment is filled with.  I am a sequence of moments, events, tragedies, triumphs- this is ordinary.  The intertwining of such phenomenon with innate and learned morals and behaviours simply creates a blanket, the quilt of ones life.  Differences do not necessarily equate greatness or superiority it must be certain differences, sufficient differences that are judged by other fellow human’s.  Who are they?  (This society) the others, which govern, rule, and oversee all aspects of my life, your life, seemingly everyone’s lives- except their own.  Because the ‘they’, the others, are not an entity alone- they are merely an illusion, a delusion of comfort created for standards sake. There are other’s that beg to differ, that I am far from ordinary yet, this is in the comparison, to them, to others.  If I am embracing and exuding the essence of myself, my being, how is this coined extraordinary?  Furthermore, if being oneself is truly not the ‘norm’ I would state in fact the fakeness conveyed by the apparent norm should be seen as extraordinary, extraordinarily sad.  Confusing who I am with various other components, such as what I do, is pretentiously done with faulty judgment.  How I choose to assess these incidences, what I focus on within each second that transpires gives me the power to become, to be, extraordinary if I so desire.  Some seem to have abundant misfortune or pleasure within their life-time however this is subjective for ones tumble is another’s leap