Sunday, October 02, 2011
London, ON, August 2011
Ever wonder who decides what qualifies as extraordinary and what qualifies as merely ordinary? If such a person could be identified, would we know the process by which he or she achieved this lofty role?
Which is my way of saying there can never be such a person, and the whole concept of extraordinary should never be left to others. Rather, it should be left up to us.
Case in point, these paper clips I found hanging around my wife's desk. They're ordinary, forgettable appendages of the modern pre-paperless office, not typically worth a discussion let alone a photo and a blog entry. Yet for some reason, at this particular moment in my otherwise ordinary existence, I felt the need to optically record them. It's one of those little details of typical life that seem to give it that much more texture.
I still can't explain precisely why I did so. I'm just glad we live in a world that allows this kind of self determination and expression.
Your turn: Why does ordinary matter to you?