Nature can be a blessing in disguise or just a mask to wear you down. The dense forest cover filters the sunlight only to drench us in darkness and drown us in the winter breeze. The polar ice cap a symbol of extremes and the boundaries we can push for but alas they too have melted under the pressure of this Earth.

If nature crumbles and deceives us, it is not a sign that we were born born out of the dust and destined to return to its ashes. We are born out of parts made hole, some wielded together more sturdily and others a tad too close of being a wreck. But that's just what protects and shields our inner self from the reality of the world, and its nature--the frigid winter and blistering heat and not discounting the torrential rainfall are manifestations of what we have become, or perhaps, have always been. They mirror our thoughts and selfish behavior, flooded with exclusivity and venality, not to be surprised considering we are but human.

To be just human is a quaint notion; we liken ourselves to ourselves and the only species we have ever been able to make full contact with. We seek to humble ourselves (ostensibly so) but have almost palpably degraded our existence into nothing more than the sweeping breeze of nature or that photon of light filtered off by the leaves of the shaded plants. Perhaps it is not wrong considering it would be beyond us to claim otherwise. A simple twist "to be but human renders us incapable" can be misconstrued as "but to be human empowers us above all". That would be taking one too many step ahead of the road that we have yet to pave for ourselves, very much like a an individual declaring that he is the King of the Jungle to a pride of lions, evidently nonchalant to something that doesn't count for much.

So then, what counts for being human?

We are just meek creatures; individuality counts for nothing outside of a community but once inside a group, our personality is diluted and overshadowed by the dominance of others. What then does it mean to be just human? Certainly superhumans are just a theoretical construct. But to consider that being just human can be a commendation and admirable trait because of the declining sense of morality in society is plausible. Perhaps we should not aim upwards when we can barely see past the dense clouds but climb back down to Earth and question ourselves. It is incontrovertible that less-than-humans exist on this planet, and these are the individuals that treat others as less-than-humans without realizing the irony in their ridicule and prejudice. It is rare that we get to use the word 'superhuman' but to describe once action's as 'inhumane' is no longer a rare occurrence. We have outdone ourselves by stooping below the level of being just humans. We have descended below the belt and now we can barely be but humans.

Perhaps the more accurate way of phrasing it would be: "to be human but I am incapable because (insert multitude of reasons)".

And maybe the next time you are filled with despondence when met with a seemingly insurmountable task, do a double take and consider whether thinking that you "are but human" is befitting of your position or have you "but failed to even be a human"?