User talk:Nurexi

TOO ORDINARY TO BE SAD

I am an ordinary person, with no special gift or skill. I pass as the regular type seen on the street called everyday. I can hardly be picked out of a group of two; no one cares to know me. If per chance they do, we talk, we walk, we work and we share moments of joy and sadness. But they are quick to forget me and all that we shared right from the moment they take their first step out of my presence. Maybe the special gift I have is that of disappearing from people’s memory.

I am so ordinary that as a friend, I am not trusted to give the support needed. As an enemy, I am not revered to give a strong adversity. As a student, I am not considered to be bright enough to learn. As a teacher, I am not believed to know enough to teach. As lover, I am not trusted to give all the affection required. I am only left as a back up plan to substitute anyone who fails. They won’t care if I fail or succeed, I won’t make an impact anyway.

You may think that people hate me, no they don’t, its worse; they treat me with apathy. They are so indifferent about me that they don’t have enough space to love me or enough time to hate me.

I am an ordinary loner, always lonely even in a market square. Nobody cares to impress me or notice me to suppress me.

It is often said that common goals and predicaments breed unity but it is funny that even faceless people like me do not take notice of me.

I won’t be surprised if this write up goes unnoticed because it was written by an ordinary me.

In spite of all these, I am happy, I lead a life of joy and peace; I am under no depression. My everyday is day to celebrate because I am so ordinary that even I don’t take notice of me. By: Nuru Nyaku