It’s overwhelming really.

So much purpose to be extraordinary everywhere you go, it’s hard to say what really is anymore.

But like an elegantly articulated brushstroke or a perfect piece of music, or even a flawed one, you know it when you see it.

It fills you with a flush.

It holds your breath for you.

You know you’re in the presence of extraordinary when there’s just no guessing.

And the only thought you can carry is a determination to do even better yourself.

Forget for a minute what the real world looks like.

Forget what you know you know.

Sometimes you need to believe in what isn’t exactly there:

A daydream of better nights, a storybook fantasy where life is ordered and consistent and tales get a bit awefully exciting before wrapping up nicely for all involved.

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