A journey somewhere nice...

The ordinary is always undermined; looked down upon or plainly ignored. Where everyone joins the race to be seen; to be heard and to be out there, not just among people, but at the top; I wish to be ordinary. Not just be ordinary but to not be ashamed, not feel less, not be inferior and not be insecure. While walking a path that has the soils of a hundred cities left behind by the shoes that trampled upon this common route. The shoes that walked ahead in uncertainty, the shoes that must have reached somewhere? On a path to nowhere, while being a nobody, I wish to be happy...being ordinary.