There’s an art to the living of an ordinary life—a beauty in the mundane. The enlightened acknowledgement that you’ll never move mountains or part seas, that you don’t matter in the grand scheme of things, but that your importance lies in those immediately around you. That completing the boring mundane tasks like making the bed and washing the dishes and going to work and loving your spouse and children are enough. That your existence is enough.
You know what extraordinary people have? Drama. Plenty of it. Maybe that’s your thing. If so, I wish you the strength to move that mountain, but as for me, I’m going to put one foot in front of the other and try not to knock anyone down as I walk my slow path through this incredible ordinary life. That mountain is a minor inconvenience that I can walk around. I may never make it to the other side, but this side is enough.