Ordinaryness is like a clear spring, if you stop spewing, it will eventually become a dry well; Ordinaryness is like an old tree, as long as you are willing to spit out green, it will also sway with spring light.
Ordinaryness is like an iron nail. If you are willing to decay, you will eventually turn into a pinch of rust. Ordinary life is like a fishing fire. As long as you are willing to shine, it will also light up a channel.