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Ordinary People

We're just ordinary people,
We don't know which way to go" -John Legend




I think it's more than just a severe case of last song syndrome, I've been singing this song (actually more like trying) for how many days now and maybe because more than just the fancy piano playing and the awesome vocals of John Legend--is the grand idea that no matter how much we'd like to believe in ourselves, is the fact that there will always be moment when all of us would be just like everyone else--ordinary people.

We are naturally vulnerable, imperfect, emotional, confused and most of the time clueless. Maybe that is why superhuman or superheroes appeal to us that much because we'd love to hold to the slightest thought that we can be super. Not in a sense that we can pick up tanks and throw them away when were mad or fly way above the clouds to escape our normal life but the mere idea of having a sense of control. We are smart and to some extent yes--we can control our life. Some people go around this by having a plan, we make decisions that would affect not just yourself but people around you, we look forward and invest our time to have a better chance in surviving whatever comes our way, but at the end of the day after all the planning and anticipation, just a simple twist of fate and you're as good as dead. On the other end of the spectrum, some people choose to not have a plan. There are those people who gets up in the morning waiting to be just blown away when destiny makes it move. Ironically, this kind of carefree outlook in life can only end in two ways--you either lived a full life with no regrets or the complete opposite.

On the context of this song and love per se is where I believe it's most evident how fragile we really are. It's when we think we are at our best and invincible when we are in fact the weakest. Our happiness completely dependent on the other person that feel the full load of pain when everything falls apart. Six billion people on the planet and yet there is no two individuals that are exactly like the other and people who are in relationship are bound to have their differences exposed one way or the other--fueled with emotions and pride and even love doesn't stand a chance. This song is generally sad however that's not the reason why I liked it. Looking on the positive side, after each fight and storms we are always left with a choice.

We have the choice either to
move on and leave everything behind or to move forward and start over.



Note: This post does not reflect the feeling of the blogger while writing it.(Just in case anybody asks). Though, I can't say I'm happy I am not in any way sad as well. I guess a simple "I'm ok" would say everything. Last song syndrome lang talaga. Medyo matagal na ako walang update kaya eto isang quick post.



Comments

  1. hi marlon,

    hay, ako din laging nagkaka-last song syndrome. Nakakabaliw especially ang last song ay kiddie song tulad nung kay barney o kay barbie.

    have a great day!

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  2. haaaays! yun lang hehehe

    smiles are free! give one to me!

    anyway tungkol sa LSS, buti ay ordinary people ang kantangpumapasok lagi sa isip mo. Sa ofc namin halos lahat nobody ang ring tone kaya kahit nasa byahe ako yun pa rin ang naririnig ng isip ko! kakairita!

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  3. i got a LSS this is one of my favorite song |Playgroup Singapore

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