An Ordinary Life

One of my colleagues once revealed to me one of his hard fought pains.
An extraordinary achiever he was; he never came second on his class.
He made sacrifices to become extraordinary.
He lost much of his normal self;
he used to write, no longer; he used to play, no longer; he used to go on long rides, no longer.
A prisoner of time, he lately realised, he no longer wants to remain extraordinary.
He wants to embrace the virtues of the ordinary.
Ordinary pressures of life don’t bother him so much.
My colleague has understood that ordinary life can be interesting.
Once again he has begun to write, play, and go on long rides.