A mass of collected metal is slowly worked with heat and flame resembling a crude stick. Hardly resembling a weapon of grace and beauty in the moment of battle.
We go through life having education and upbringing. Some of those we grow up in harmony with, but others grow as a reaction to, or opposite of.
The tempering of a steel blade from the forge is sometimes dipped smoldering into water, or oil-those qualities make what the nature of the material will align with as the process continues…
Tragedy, adversity, loss, love, even the act of getting through something by the skin of your teeth will hone the blade, making it narrower.
When preparing the edge, you can sometimes fold in and create composites of other percentages of material to the type of steel. Putting the edge become the signature of the sword from the maker, and thus the signature of the wielder of the blade…
And thus I forgot to mention polishing the blade. Its important for the usefulness of it.
All the events of your life, good or bad, indifference to such folly even-becomes what you have. As such, your journey can still shape along the way. Blades have different scabbards, they also pick up nicks in the metal, scratches, patina, wear to the grip.It is no longer a fixed point at the end of the act of creation. The blade-your persona, as such is what you ease into battle, the simple act of interaction with the rest of the world.
You make allies-lets call them friends! They do help you in a battle, battle for your life.
The people whom you interact will continue to add to your life. There are a few at the fringes who try to take away. Its ok to let them take the worst parts of you.
Yes, I said it was ok for some people who are ill in nature to take things away from you. Let them have the superficial things, let them have the bad things.
A naked blade is an unimpeded one!