Ordinary

That word; does it describe me? If someone could really see all of me would they use that to describe me? Who am I… I go to school, I slack with my homework, I whine, I complain, I cuss, I like music. 18 year old guy to a tee; generic. I define us, all of us 18 year old guys; I just don’t do the retarded crap that is so popular. What’s different is that I’m intensely religious. I don’t act like it, is it a burden? I think it’s crap; at least what’s taught. I wish I could have the balls, the mind, the power to change it… but I don’t. We will continue to talk together in these encryptions that we can’t understand. No language can explain this, only action, but words are cheap and easy to sell. Another day of preaching life that people will never choose. Poverty, pain, struggles, hours days and years, no, a lifetime, and with a bloody or lonely death; we wouldn’t choose that until we see that our account has been filled somehow. To sacrifice; no, we wouldn’t. But it’s me too. We’re far from ok, far from what we should be; we’re glorified ordinary. But can we just be ordinary? No, but what sets us apart should not be my beliefs shooting down yours, or my moral standards being higher than the other guy’s. But that’s what defines us, maybe not me, or maybe at least I’m disgusted that it does. So I’m as arrogant an ass (forgive my French) as everyone else. Can I break into normal; just showing people how they may become what they’d rather be. No