Yesterday my best friend called and told me that I am the most normal person he had ever met. That got me thinking, was that meant as an honest compliment or a subtle snub...
Am I normal because I always have the reins in my hand? Or because I never let them go?
Am I normal because I see things as they are? Or because I don’t see them as I want to?
Am I normal because I want small things in life? Or because I have never run after the bigger ones?
Well it is, like most things in life usually are, a matter of perspective. My friend is not really a messed up guy himself, but he has met many who really are, so I guess for him I maybe a normal person. So I think he may be genuinely complimenting me. But everybody has their own demons to fight and I am no exceptions.
Then again I wonder would you like your epitaph to read "Here lays a normal person who lived his life normally and died like a normal person would (in bed of old age).” Doesn't that sound too safe, too boring??
Is it time that I start taking risks, start thinking only about myself and just let my self go and not hold back in love, life or death!!!!
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