He was strong headed, he believed that he could do as he wished just by the power of his will. He believed in making things happen, the world labelled him as a “doer”, his personality towered above all, he had charisma, and through this power he believed he could alter the natural course of things. He believed in designing things, not to be part of the design. He was a creator, he did not follow the natural course, instead he created the course for others.
The label as the creator of the destiny of men put great pressure on him. He felt the burden. The burden of expectations of his people. He could have chosen a different mental wavelength. He could have said that he was a mere care-taker, and not a creator, his job was to care to the best he could. The burden of his living upto his super human qualities would be reduced. He would become more humane, his mistakes more acceptable, his supremacy weakened, his mental peace greater. For that he would need to stop thinking, “I am superman”.
We are attracted to the strength, and skills of great men. We look upto these men. Somewhere down the line, we give them a status in which we become blind to their weaknesses. We create our own supermen. We idolise them, worship them. But after the word “super”, lies the word “man”. In this word lies the inherent weakness and balancing factor of the word super. In it lies man’s mortality. Men are men because they err, commit mistakes. To err is not wrong. But to think of oneself as a superman is putting your ownself in the burden of pressures, and expectations. To be content in being simple, ordinary, and modest is actually super. Such a person in his joy and contentment will feel like a superman but never think of himself, “I am a superman”.