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I am an ordinary man,
born on an ordinary day,
living an ordinary life.
I once thought this wasn’t enough
that meaning lived only in the extraordinary.
But life taught me otherwise.
Its sweetness hides
in coffee cups,
quiet mornings,
shared evenings,
and the gentle weight
of an ordinary love.
Among the noise of the world,
ordinary life is its own kind of peace
a blessing many never find.
What truly makes us better?
Perhaps nothing rare at all
only the simple things
we learn to cherish.
Hamed
2 comments
That’s beautifully written ; it reads like a meditation on the quiet treasures of everyday life. ✨ What strikes me most is how you’ve reframed “ordinary” not as lack, but as abundance. The rhythm of coffee cups, mornings, evenings, and love becomes a kind of poetry of presence. It reminds me of how many philosophies ; from Stoicism to Zen ; emphasize that peace isn’t found in chasing the extraordinary, but in noticing the simple, steady gifts already around us.
And I enjoyed your attention and review