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.
