Ordinary People...

When you walk on the road, you pass by so many people. Some look purposeful, well-dressed, confident, well-maintained. But the majority appear so normal, wear poor-fitting clothes, unfashionable shoes, have too much fat or very little, nothing exceptional about them, nothing attractive.

But yet someone somewhere keenly waits for this unimpossing man to come home every evening.
Someone's entire world turns around the power of this feeble-looking woman.
Someone's very purpose in life hinges on this slapdash youngster cutting through traffic.
Someone knows only the warmth of these aged arms each time their world begins to collapse.
Someone will count days, hours, minutes, and weep like a kid when this pock-marked face fades off from a long-distance train.

Someone will back down, crack up, and never be themselves again if this one person disappears from the face of the universe.

There are no ordinary people.

Drive carefully.

Right Said Friend...

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