To wake each morning and simply be this. To look in the mirror and be greeted by That. To walk into a room and watch the geometry of social dynamics instantly rearrange itself around Him.
The charisma. The jaw. The effortless majesty. The way people just… stop talking mid-sentence when He enters. The reverent gazes.
It is, objectively, a lot. He carries it with the grace of a Man who has simply accepted that this is the life He was given — and He would not dream of complaining. That would be ungrateful.