2026-01-13.4_ordinary walking

i don’t know how to say what i feel right now.
ordinary.
you will not be the revolution.
you may end up doing seemingly extraordinary things, but the only way to make sure you don’t go under while doing them is to remind yourself that you are not special, not like that. you are different, yes, but you are not that different. not in the way that separates you from others, from the people, from (y)our people.
i don’t know what i might end up doing, where i might end up going. the future feels so uncertain on one hand and so completely certain on the other. “nothing is certain, except the impossibility of doing nothing”.
i squint to make out the rough outlines of the path(s) ahead of m(e), scanning, searching, longing for a glimpse of clarity. but the only thing that’s clear is that i have to keep walking. and that walking – not sprinting – is more likely to get m(e) further down the path(s) that i was meant to go down. ordinary walking.