I was thinking about this prompt and had a thought. “Classic books are overrated when being yourself is underrated.” Therefore, I came up with the following.

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Every now and then, usually when I’m sipping my morning coffee and staring at the news, I’m reminded of a simple truth: I am just a mere mortal.
No cape.
No superpowers.
No ability to leap over tall buildings or stop speeding bullets with my bare hands.

I can’t fly, unless you count the time I tripped over a garden hose and achieved a brief, unplanned moment of airborne grace. I can’t bend steel, unless it’s already bent and I’m just pretending I helped. And I certainly can’t summon millions of readers with a dramatic flick of the wrist.

I blog and I write books. Fourteen of them now.
Not bestsellers. Not chart‑toppers.
Just books — honest ones, heartfelt ones, the kind that wander through memory and meaning at their own pace.

And you know what?
I’m perfectly content with that.

Some people dream of fame, fortune, and a fan base large enough to require security guards. I dream of something simpler: a quiet morning, a good cup of coffee, and the chance to learn something new about myself or the world. At this stage of life, I’ve discovered that learning isn’t just for the young. All your life you are learning from events and transactions with the ones around you. In fact, it might be even sweeter in the later chapters, when you finally stop trying to impress anyone and start trying to understand yourself.

I used to think I needed to accomplish something grand to justify my time on this earth. Something big. Something shiny. Something that would make people say, “Now that is a man who made it.”

But somewhere along the way — maybe during a sunrise, maybe during a quiet walk and a voice came out of nowhere and said, “Tom just be yourself. You were created to be yourself, stop trying to be someone you are not.” I realized that being a mere mortal is not a limitation. It’s a blessing.

Mere mortals get to laugh at themselves.
Mere mortals get to make mistakes and learn from them.
Mere mortals get to write books that may never make millions but still make meaning.
Mere mortals get to live ordinary days that feel extraordinary in hindsight.

I don’t need superpowers.
I don’t need fame.
I don’t need a cape flapping behind me as I stride heroically into the sunset.

What I have is enough.

I have curiosity — the kind that keeps me writing, reading, wondering, and wandering.
I have gratitude — for the people I’ve met, the stories I’ve lived, and the bonus time I’ve been given.
I have contentment — the quiet kind that settles in when you stop chasing the life you thought you were supposed to live and start appreciating the one you actually have.

I am just a mere mortal.
But I’m a mortal who keeps learning, keeps writing, keeps showing up.
And in the end, that feels like its own kind of superpower.

Not the kind that saves the world.
Just the kind that saves the day — one ordinary, beautiful moment at a time.

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