
He wakes up at 8 everyday. Clad in his Giorgio Armani suit, it is another day of monitoring stock exchanges and getting a share of the trading market. Lunch is dined over those regular laughters and hypocritical snares. Dinner is wined over lonely attempts to impress and clinch deals to golden pastures. Finally when night falls, he is too tired to appreciate his wife's lovely dishes or sing his boy a sweet lullaby. But, they say a decent white collar job is normal.
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Wait, how about a painter who spends months or even years on that one painting. A painting that has no guaranteed owner. Maybe his hair is dishevelled, maybe his shirt is torn, but his passion is burning like wild fire. So, is his life normal?
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Wait, how about a man who lost his wife. He spends days counting clouds and lamenting over his loss. He writes letters and poetry, only to the dead who will never receive his words. He walks into the past every morning, only returning to the lonely room at dawn. So, is his life normal?
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Wait, how about a girl who is diagnosed with cancer at 10. She only has 2 years to live, nevermind the fact that everyone showers her with extreme love and care, she knows it is out of empathy. She can never wear pretty prom gowns like other girls, she can never date a boy she likes and she can never walk down the aisle saying i do. So, is her life normal?
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Nothing is normal. Yet, everything can be normal.
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As long as your life is substantial, you are normal.