Extra to an Ordinary

What makes any life extra ordinary?

What makes someone light up with pure happiness?

What makes one stick to their core, in purpose and action?

What sets one on a path of perpetual quest, rightful in spirit?

What makes a smile, a lighter mood, a hug, a laugh, a flutter in eyes, cheeks or a moment of inaction, a sigh, thoughtful eyes and a peaceful lean?

One seeks endlessly,

One ends up in middle of nowhere at times,

One moves by a tiny bit of space marked with footprints,

One stops and digs a hole for the head to fit in,

One falls down and views the sky deep in blue,

One gets up and chooses to walk ahead waving the hands in an imaginary sea.

All I know is what I felt, for that becomes my truth

A boiled down broth

Of reason, and season.

May be more lies in what comes closer,

For a day before they came closer,

A robin, a paradise lady, an intermittent black and white birdy.

On mornings like that, one ends up in an awe of being here,

{Even in a wrong place at a wrong time!}

What else could be extra to an ordinary?