The Greatness of Ordinary Things

The Greatness of Ordinary Things.

People often underestimate the ordinary and average. Thinking that being average is ‘worthless’ or ‘useless. Or being so little and small or weak that they will never make a difference.

This is untrue. People often think of small things as inconsequential, having little to do in the grand scope of things. What people often forget or choose to ignore is that without those so called ‘average’ or ‘ordinary’ people and things, nothing would be extraordinary or unique.

The background is just as important as the focus subject. Omnipotence is worth nothing if there is nothing to use that power for. Being the most beautiful thing in existence is nothing when there is none to show it to, or to compare it to.


Something can be the most unique and special, or the most resplendent and grand, but it means nothing if there isn’t anything less than it. That grand and most resplendent thing suddenly becomes an average and bland thing in this world of nothingness and greatness.

Collect enough dust and you have a mountain. Collect enough people and you have a kingdom and a nation, a culture to thrive and prosper. It matters little if these people are grand or great, it matters that they are there and they are together, individuals acting as a group.

Hundreds or thousands or millions becoming one thing. All for One and One for All. The strength and ability of these thousands of hundreds of millions becomes one thing, under one name, with a goal of its own; now these small and insignificant things become one, and that thing is great and lasting.

This is the beauty of little things, of small little insignificant things that we as people overlook so often. Cites were not built by kings or emperors, they were built by the slaves and citizens. With bricks laid and steel bent.

Mountains are not large rocks, they are millions of small ones. Forests are not one great tree, they are thousands of them. A river is not a large drop of water, it is an innumerable number that has collected and unified to become one, a force and aspect of nature.

This is the Greatness of Ordinary Things, and it defines humanity as a whole. While we remember the legends and heroes of old; they are old and past, we are the ordinary and average of 7 billion unique and different, each of us is different, and each of us is better or less than one another.

Yet when one looks at humanity as a whole, one doesn’t see the individual, but the beautiful collage of color and splendor that our ancestors, and parents have bled to lay down.

It is our turn to lay down our towns and towers, to carve out our place on this rock floating in the uncaring thump of the universe, for if we do not, who will?

We are alone, we are the last of humanity in the entire universe. We are the last of 7 billion, nowhere else in this vast galaxy exists one such as humanity and it is our duty to see that it doesn't end with 7 billion, but trillions more.