Ordinary Life

   Martin was sitting at the pier, feeding the seagulls and listening to their scream. He came here every time when he needed to stay alone and think. Sometimes he felt that he had just an ordinary life with days that were similar to each other and nights that were the same as other people had. At least so, it seemed to him. But this time he had an intention to pull out his notebook and write down the thought that just came to his mind until it wasn’t gone. He clung to this idea trying to figure out from where it came. Finally, he stopped himself from writing.  He looked around himself and thought how many people he met each day online and offline. He thought of the nature that was around him. He thought about his memories, and those days that he would like to forget and about other days that were so wonderful that he would like to remember them forever and ever. He thought about each moment of his life that would come to him in future. He was curious. What would surprise him or probably upset? As a conclusion, he came to the resolution that that is life itself. It could be unpredictable. It could be beautiful. Life could turn out to be strange but it is still life. Each part of it is unique and, no, it couldn’t be ordinary. It could be whatever but not ordinary. “Probably I just have found my vision how to look at it”, he thought. 
He reread several texts similar to each other and which he had left in his notebook some time ago. One of the largest texts he parsed into parts and left only the main part that he thought important. It was a bit strange how his opinion on the same things had been changing during this time. He thought that now he understood that they had something similar to parts of life that was so varied and at the same time similar to millions of other lives of people around him.


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