sjsprWriting

Random suffering and inexplicable bliss,

we all have our stories.

I believe mine to be about average.

I have never felt extremes.

Starvation or gully.

Freezing or boiling over.

Maybe I'm lucky that my spectrum is measured,

Between infrared whispers and ultraviolet screams.

I assume it's a blessing to lead a normal life.

How are you? They say.

I'm fine. 

Just fine.

"Name an experience that you render as life changing," colleges ask me,

Demanding a true heartwrenching tale of loss and gain,

The ones you see in movies. 

I skip it.

Next question. 

It makes me think,

When have I ever risen above the odds?

Well, when have I ever needed to?

I feel my skin and I'm about lukewarm.

I check my pulse. 

Just fine. 

I go to church and count my blessings over and over.

How lucky am I to be ordinary?

So I celebrate nothing. And I grieve nothing. 

For breakfast I have the usual, 

And I feel just fine. 

Sometimes I wish I had a story to tell,

But I'm glad I don't.

Because being average

Isn't so bad after all.