Dec 27, 2020
on being ordinary
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to be exceptional. You do not need to build Rome, or burn it, or fiddle as it burns, or fiddle at all. You need not wage war or wager peace.
You need only sit with me, here. The stars are resting on rooftops and trees. They are as ordinary as ourselves. People constructed legends about them, but they are simple and straightforward. They will disappear come morning, and we will stay here.
Some lights we see are only remnants of their former selves, burning for a final time. If even they can be ephemeral, then surely so can we.
You need not be great. Just sit here. Let the early morning hold you as it erases all the stars.
