An Average Story

This is an average story about a girl. This girl was average. In some ways she was below average, and in other ways she was above average, but in most ways she was right on average, so it averaged out to just average. The average girl did average things. She worked an average job, went to an average school, and had the same interests as every average girl out there. Most of the time the girl didn’t mind her average life. She was content doing average things every day. Besides, since she was average it meant that most people were just like her, and they were all content (weren’t they?) so she should be too (shouldn’t she?). But then, every once in a while, something in that average girl didn’t quite feel like the average things she normally felt. Something inside that average girl, deep down, was telling her that she didn’t want to be average. She didn’t want to be an average girl. She just wanted to be a girl. A girl with dreams. A girl who loved and who laughed. A girl who lived for today, not for yesterday and not for tomorrow. A girl who followed her heart, not the path laid down in front of her. A girl with nothing average about her life. But she was just an average girl living an average life in an average world full of average people living average lives. And she wondered… could they all be feeling the same?