So many feel like a 6/10,
just barely a pass,
just barely getting by.
One face among a million,
one blade of grass in a field,
one drop of water in the ocean.
Ordinary.
But we define ordinary,
often with ourselves as evidence,
even though our ordinary
may be another's extraordinary.
To ourselves, a flickering candle,
to another, a tempest of flame.
Someone has to be wrong,
right?
Maybe it's wrong to rate
ourselves and others.
Maybe no scale can describe us -
there's just too much.
There are too many stars in the sky to
understand,
too many worlds to know,
and galaxies that could never simply be
6/10.
-Zero