You Are a Weapon

I am a weapon. Anything that stands in my way is a choppable obstruction.

Of course, no one starts out a weapon. Way back in the day, I was just a hunk of steel. I had to sharpen myself until I had a rough edge, more butter knife than katana, capable of cutting down some of the barriers standing between me and happiness.

Those flimsy barriers were made up of simple problems, walls of cardboard easily diced by a rudimentary weapon like the one I had become, and there were plenty more obstructions still standing, all made of sterner stuff than the ones I’d already decimated.

So I sat back down and sharpened some more. The whetstone I used was made up of new experiences, difficulties, heartbreak, victories, knowledge, and all the other ingredients that shape a well-rounded life.

Eventually I had a keener edge, and with it the ability to carve my way through the thicker, denser barriers that blocked my path. The more I chopped, the further I could see. The more I sharpened, the more I could chop. Sharpen, chop. Sharpen, chop.

 
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