You have this fear you will find out near the end of your life that you have just had an ordinary life.

What you would have thought was an exciting life, one that you would have never traded for anyone else’s life.

But it turned out, it has been just plain boring.

While you’re in it, life seems epic.
Fiery, tenuous, and unpredictable.
But once you have some distance from it,
everything seems to shrink,
until it’s almost out of focus.

Koinophobia. [Key-no-phobia]

When you look back over your life, or try to put it down on paper, you can see more of it now than ever before. And yet it seems somehow diminished. Humble. Almost quaint. So you begin scanning your life, looking for something interesting or beautiful.

You see an ordinary house, with an ordinary yard, on an ordinary street. It looks smaller than you remember. You once had wild dreams and obstacles and risks looming all around you, but now they look smaller too.

You remember giants and goddesses and villains, but all you see is ordinary people assembled in their tiny classrooms and workspaces, each of us moving around in little steps, like tokens on a game board. No matter how many times you rolled the dice, it was always these little moves, here and there.

Do a little work, Take a little rest. Make a little friend, Throw a little party. Feel a little boredom, Have a little rebellion.

There are so many of these token moments, that were supposed to represent some other thing. You keep adding them all up, as if there was something you forgot to count, some stash of glory that fell off the back of a truck. You may adore the life you have, for everything it is. You know it isn’t groundbreaking; you wouldn’t change a thing.