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The Extraordinary Ordinary By definiton, to celebrate is to acknowledge an important day or event with a social or enjoyable activity. What do you reckon? Personally, I believe it’s the intangible and immeasurable moments that live within the reminiscent filing cabinet in your head, only to be revisited in times of loneliness, that you truly celebrate.
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ime is a familiar concept to all of us. I like to think of it as a person of angelic omnipotence who will define your life with breath-taking moments. Like the Grim Reaper, they observe you and unconsciously we look over our shoulder to see if we can escape the clock and steal back a few unmeasured breaths for ourselves. I’m not talking about living or existing. To be alive is to have a moment consume you, to project out of your body and into the world, knowing that when you are sitting at eighty years old, you’ll talk of that moment with such grandeur and stature, that others will smile with you. Let me tell you about the extraordinary people who made me feel most alive… Early September 2019, the frosty sun glaring through the classroom window, a room full of strangers who had absolutely nothing in common apart from the daunting fear of university, started to chat. There were four. One boy, who dished out compliments like they were raffle tickets, became one of the strongest characters I had the pleasure of knowing. Throughout
the deadline struggles, to the switching of careers, to battling mental illness, he carried everyone with him on his journey. He never surrendered to the demons that hung above him like the stars in the night sky. He instead used his pain to decorate the lives of others with joy, appreciation and kindness, a real artist. I hope you, in time, see yourself how we see you. One girl, consumed with determination and desire for life, love, and success, but who was also intensely shy, became one of the most hardworking and loved girls of our year. She loved deeply; platonically and romantically, never crumbling from the heartache of those who left, but used it to rebuild her confidence and make known those who were important to her. She created hours in the day to make sure they’d
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