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do you remember the story of the man who fought against the system, conquered all and became immortal. he was not ordinary. now each time someone does something remotely heroic they become that man. the man who would rather take a bullet to the heart then be just 'ordinary'. i want to be an ordinary man. i want no heroes fluttering about above my head, i do not want to walk amongst giants and i certainly do not want to remembered after i'm gone. my death, is the only connection i have to my mortality, i do not want to give it up just yet. we are not ordinary. sadly, we're not even close. we spend each day thrashing around in our own lives just hoping to go through a normal day. a normal day. one of which, has a rather inconsequential aura attached to it. one which goes by without you crying or laughing. instead, we are reminded constantly how we are not ordinary. how we do not have a choice but to fly in skies, how giants are our only companions and how our names are already immortal. we are never ordinary, never.