From the Desk of C. Kent

Daily Planet · Interoffice Memo · Personal & Confidential

Before the cape, the man. Read this first — it's the part of you the suit can make you forget.

THE DAILY PLANET

METROPOLIS, U.S.A.TO: MYSELFRE: THE WEEK AHEAD

Clark — before you fold the glasses into your coat pocket and let the wind take the rest, remember why you wear them at all. Not for the world's sake. For yours. Ma Kent used to say a man needs somewhere ordinary to stand, or the extraordinary will hollow him out. Smallville gave you that ground. The Daily Planet gives it to you now: deadlines, coffee, Perry hollering about column inches, Jimmy's terrible jokes, Lois pretending she isn't watching the door when you're late.

You have not stood in the open like this since the war ended. You told yourself the world didn't need watching so closely anymore. You were wrong, and you knew it, and you stayed hidden anyway — because every time you step forward, you're afraid of what you might become when nobody can stop you. That fear is not weakness. It is the last honest thing Krypton left you, and it is why you still get to call yourself a man and not just a weapon.

Seven days. Then you come home to this desk, to this name, to people who love you because of who you are with your shoes on the ground, not what you can do above the clouds. Lois will ask where you were. Tell her the truth when you can. Where you can't, tell her you're sorry, and mean it.

Jonathan Kent told you once: anybody can run fast or lift a truck off a kid trapped underneath it. That's not what makes you Superman. What makes you Superman is deciding, over and over, to put the truck down gently.

— C.K.

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