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There are days I feel like a blunt knife tucked away in a kitchen drawer

Other days I’m the sharpest sword swung by the best Samurais.

Every day I wish for the latter, but more often, I’m the former.

Life demands many things of us, and we, of ourselves.

But every day cannot be a battle; some days are for rest.

And just as birds have their nests, swords also return to their sheathes.