I’m kind of special. For example, right now, I’m having a musical sing-along. By myself. In front of a computer. Yep.
“I could have danced all night!
I could have danced all night!
And still have begged for more.
I could have spread my wings
And done a thousand things I’ve never done before”
Not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory?
She is smiling alone
In the lamplight
The withered leaves collect at my feet
And the wind begins to moan ”
🙂 I say all this to introduce you to a subject that’s been on my mind today: the concept of being an “individual” or of being unique.
According to that sage of all sages, Barney:
“You are special
You’re the only one, you’re the only one like you
There isn’t another in the whole wide world Who can do the things you do
Oh! You are special- special
Everyone is special
Everyone in his or her own way
Oh! You are special -special
Everyone is special
Everyone in his or her own way!”
However, if everyone is special, how can anyone be special at all? The word “special” means “extraordinary; exceptional” (Dictionary.com) And the word “extraordinary” comes from “extraordinarius” or “out of the common order.” So if everyone is extraordinary, then there would not be a “common order.” The word ordinary itself means “belonging to the usual order or course.”
As I wrote the paragraph above, my mom came in and asked what I was writing about. I explained and asked for her opinion. According to her, we are all born with the potential to be extraordinary. Being ordinary comes about as a result of our failure to seize that potential.
It’s an interesting thought, but it raises questions, such as how do you define potential? And does that mean that Bob who flips burgers has failed to find his true potential? Or was that his potential all along, to be the best burger flipper in town?
I don’t know, and that bothers me. I truly want to live an extraordinary life, but I guess that I first need to figure out what that means!