Discussion Just a Man.

[MeSauce]

I'm not perfect. I'm not a president, a great leader, or some extraordinary figure whose decisions shape the course of history. I'm just a man. I have problems. Some of them hurt, some of them are difficult, and some of them can consume my attention until they feel like the most important things in the world. But they aren't unique. I'm not special in that regard. Whatever I'm dealing with, there have probably been a thousand people—probably far more—across the world and throughout history who have faced essentially the same problem. Different names, different places, different centuries, same human problems. I have a job. I have a family. I eat when I'm hungry. I get tired and go to sleep. I get irritated. I make mistakes. I worry about things that might never happen. I have opinions that might be wrong. Sometimes I know what I'm doing and sometimes I don't. Most people who have ever lived were like that. History remembers presidents, kings, generals, philosophers, revolutionaries, and criminals because they were unusual enough to be remembered. It mostly forgets everyone else—the laborers, clerks, farmers, apprentices, parents, children, neighbors, and ordinary people who simply went about their lives. I'm one of those people. There's nothing particularly profound about it. I'm a man with a job, a family, some food, and some problems. Other people have had my problems before me, and other people will have them after I'm gone. I'm not the center of history. I'm not an exception to the human condition. I'm just another person living through it.