Extraordinary Ordinary

Today has been one of the warmest days in months. Everyone outside is happy, soaking up the sunshine. People are wearing shorts and t-shirts, but surely it can't last for long. We appreciate it while it does. While waiting at a traffic light, I noticed a couple across the street. They looked so happy, holding hands and smiling at each other. They were making the kind of smiles that mean you're smiling on the inside as well. It was sweet. But I noticed something. It wasn't like something out of the movies. Neither of them was perfectly attractive. They were okay looking. She wasn't a size 2. He wasn't David Beckham. They were your average students, maybe at the end of their degrees. They were wearing average clothes, had average hair, and her make-up was average. Everything was average, except their happiness. Their happiness was extraordinary. It was beautiful. So, in fact, the movies are lying to us. We think they reassure us, but they set us up to try and be what we're not. To try and make love what it isn't. It seems the most beautiful kind of love, has the appearance of ordinary. If only we could all be so lucky.