Look.

Look closer.

Do you see what is here?

It is a man.

An imperfect man.

A man who is impatient, who would burry his siblings under the tallest, palest, stoniest mountain.

A man with shyness, who would ask a girl to ask him out just because he is too nervous to ask her out directly.

A man who is plain, dumb, and at times, just plain dumb.

A man with mistakes.  Who frequently spills milk, cries over it, and then goes and counts eggs before they hatch. 

A man who is scared of heights, bears, and Lady Gaga.

A man with habits. Who bites his nails and keeps his room spotlessly messy. And forgets to remember to not forget.

But also...

A Man who is Loving, who would search for a lost brother or sister over hundreds of the tallest, palest, stoniest mountains.

A Man with Courage, who would ask that girl to marry him just because he is too nervous to go on without her.

A Man who is Loyal, Friendly, and always, a Loyal Friend.

A Man with Hopes. Who goes and cleans up the milk and then goes and counts the stars.

A Man with Habits. Who tells jokes and keeps his friends smiling. And still forgets to rembember what to not forget.

Look.

Look closer.

Did you see who is here?

He is a Man.

A Perfectly imperfect Man.