Make a difference! Be amazing! Be amazing!
How many Facebook, Instagram or Twitter posts are like this?
I was riding the tube today and some guy next to me was reading the paper. “I am a teacher and I want to make a difference”, said the ad on the left page. “Get away from the ordinary. Buy a trip to Algarve.”, said another page. “10 things to do in order to attract a man”, “10 things to do in order to have success”, “10 things to … “, says Facebook news feed every day.
Fuck that! Stop rushing getting the perfect job, the perfect house, the amazing vacation, the amazing and perfect recipe for anything. Stop chasing the big dream, the great meaning of life! There’s no such thing as a recipe. There’s no such thing as a meaning. The meaning is you. Not everyone can be amazing, not everyone can be successful, happy or rich. It’s time to embrace our limits. We’re so hungry for big, important and amazing that we forget to enjoy the simplicity of life. We forget what we are and what we can do in our search for what we could be or what we could achieve.
And when I say we, I am referring to me too. It’s so easy to get lost among the big banners in the city. It’s so easy to ride the tube tired from work and linger to those sunny beaches in the images stuck above the windows. So easy when we get bombarded every day with what we could be or what could we have or some other promise that will bring some made up happiness. It’s time to open our hearts to our own shortcomings and averageness. I am average, you are average, but this doesn’t mean it’s something wrong. This doesn’t mean that we are less lovable or less important.
Dare to be average Jane or average Joe drinking an average coffee on an average morning! Take care of your small garden, stuck your tongue out to catch the snowflake, smile at the rain, dare to cry, dare to be unhappy, dare to be unsatisfied! Instead, notice the pregnant woman in the tube and offer her the seat, notice the crying lady on the platform and offer her a hug, notice the poppy that grew between the train rails. Fill yourself with good old kindness, let people out of the tube first, say “I love you to your sweetheart”.
I started this blog to capture the average beauty. Not the amazing, not the extraordinary. The ordinary. The ordinary story. The exploration of a nosy average suitcase, who is discovering who she is.
So Carpe diem and not carpe the amazing, just wait and see the smile of the man who is leaving the grocery store… Forget greatness and specialness, don’t stand out and be anonymous, be the good old wheel which does its part in this sweet predictable mechanism.