I wake every morning, wanting to be normal. Everyone then always asks me, "then what's normal?." I don't know for sure. When I say normal I don't mean normal like other people. I mean normal, as in stable. Like how a humans normal temperature is 98.6. Stable, a perfect way of living where your body is not to hot, and not to cold. Like how soup should be cooled off 10 minutes before eating, just to make sure you don't burn your tongue. For it to be normal. Like not swimming till 45 minutes after eating, to insure you don't get sick from all the movement. For it to be normal. Like how you're suppose to study and do all your homework to ensure your grades are the best they can be and you can go off to a school and someday learn how to work in a certain career area, so you can get money and not have to worry about needing it, and be able to do fun things on those little days that you're off. For it to be normal. Because normal isn't overrated. Normal was made for a reason, not so people can mess up on purpose and then say they are unique. Unique is being made differently, having a different personality or maybe a different look. Snowflakes are unique aren't they? But they all fall down, and fall down together. They all do the same purpose. One doesn't become fire hot and burn you, one does not turn into a butterfly, they all flutter down from above, beautiful and tiny. They either cluster together, folding and bending cause that's what they were destined to do, or they melt do to the inability to live because even though they are perfect, they are just unlucky. Because it's normal. In conclusion, I guess what I am trying to say is that, normal isn't that hard to reach. But there are a few people who just like snowflakes, can melt. And all too often it's the prettiest one. We are just unlucky. But honey please remember normal isn't the best, normal isn't what I am saying is perfect, because doesn't everybody love dancing in the rain, or in puddles that they find while they are gallivanting around? They do. Because you are normal in away that some wish to be, you are free. And now I sound like a hypocrite but my last and final words....words of MY OPINION ONLY, (so don't get offended) but I wish to normal, like the first situations I depicted in this passage, not because I think the other one is wrong but because to be normal, is normal. Normal is not sticking out. Normal is doing what the majority does. Normal is content. Normal is untouchable for a puddle like me. But once the water cycle takes place. Normal is a place. Normal is a dream.
