You know how in the movies and books, there’s always this one person who stands out and has something that differs from the others and it makes them unique. The stories center around that person and the people in close contact with them throughout. And with good reason, if I think about it.
But does anyone ever wonder about the other characters? The ones that can easily fade into the background and are probably mediocre at best in every single thing that they do.
Probably not that often.
Which is why it gets me thinking. About myself.
Because that’s who I’d be; one of those characters that are pretty average and might not catch people’s eye that easily. Someone not very captivating. It’s not like I’m bad at every thing I do. For one, I guess I know that the things I can do, others can do better.
I guess I could do a lot worse, and I am really grateful for the attributes I’ve been gifted. I guess it’s just something I tend to think about when I have too much time to dwell on things.
What’s so wrong with average? With mediocre? What if that’s all we can do?
What about the people who try to be the very best versions of themselves and that turns out to be someone not considered unique by the standards that society has set?
I realize I might just fall under that category, and it’s not as bad as it’d seem.
Just as long as I know I’m trying my hardest to be someone good, I think I’m quite okay with that.
But there are always people who mock me for being content with being average.
What if that’s all I can be?
Stories about the underdogs; that’s what I’d like to hear more about.
© Ashes 2018
“Here’s to the kids.
The kids who would rather spend their night with a bottle of coke & Patrick or Sonny playing on their headphones than go to some vomit-stained high school party.
Here’s to the kids whose 11:11 wish was wasted on one person who will never be there for them.
Here’s to the kids whose idea of a good night is sitting on the hood of a car, watching the stars.
Here’s to the kids who never were too good at life, but still were wicked cool.
Here’s to the kids who listened to Fall Out boy and Hawthorne Heights before they were on MTV…and blame MTV for ruining their life.
Here’s to the kids who care more about the music than the haircuts.
Here’s to the kids who have crushes on a stupid lush.
Here’s to the kids who hum “A Little Less 16 Candles, A Little More Touch Me” when they’re stuck home, dateless, on a Saturday night.
Here’s to the kids who have ever had a broken heart from someone who didn’t even know they existed.
Here’s to the kids who have read The Perks of Being a Wallflower & didn’t feel so alone after doing so.
Here’s to the kids who spend their days in photobooths with their best friend(s).
Here’s to the kids who are straight up smartasses & just don’t care.
Here’s to the kids who speak their mind.
Here’s to the kids who consider screamo their lullaby for going to sleep.
Here’s to the kids who second guess themselves on everything they do.
Here’s to the kids who will never have 100 percent confidence in anything they do, and to the kids who are okay with that.
Here’s to the kids.
This one’s not for the kids,
who always get what they want,
But for the ones who never had it at all.
It’s not for the ones who never got caught,
But for the ones who always try and fall.
This one’s for the kids who didnt make it,
We were the kids who never made it.
The Overcast girls and the Underdog Boys.
Not for the kids who had all their joys.
This one’s for the kids who never faked it.
We’re the kids who didn’t make it.
They say “Breaking hearts is what we do best,”
And, “We’ll make your heart be ripped of your chest”
The only heart that I broke was mine,
When I got My Hopes up too too high.
We were the kids who didnt make it.
We are the kids who never made it.”
― Pete Wentz