Seeker
A dagger lies before me and i stare at it. It seems so beautiful, a perfect piece of architechture and craftmanship; yet so lethal that it could slice through a man's chest and pierce his heart as scissors would cut paper.
Should i use it for a ceremonial purpose and hide it in a box, somewhere that only i know, somewhere where nobody else can find it. Or should i use it for something else, something more to the morbid, terrible nature of reality?
i want them both, for my mind is again in a whirlwind of opposing thoughts. i have yet the good and the evil; the happy and the sad; both residing inside me, twisting my thoughts and rendering me disorientated. A thought arises, perhaps the knife shall serve as a balance.
A scale for two sides: a double edge sword. Though, i find it is not just this knife, but my entire life that lies in balance. Everything has two sides to it, so why doubt the torrents of my own mind? Let's use it, to train focus and for the everlasting journey to the balance point.
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