Grinding the Blade

Image result for blacksmith Grinding the BladeThe following is a piece written by a Veteran who prefers to remain anonymous. If this resonates with you, please share your experience below.

I need to compete.

I need the eyes of judgement and assessment on me holding me accountable.

I need the struggle and hardship of pushing myself to be better, mentally and physically.

I need to sweat, breath heavy until the taste of metal creeps into my throat, I need the pain of pushing my physical limits.

I need hard work.

I thrive in this primitive element of strain.

Call me simple, but I need to be on edge, sharp, always honing the blade.

Life’s struggles has had that blade smashed on a rock until dull and bent, that primitive animal state, emaciated. ‘Like driving a Ferrari with the e-brake on’ a friend once told me.

There is a way back. I just need to find it.

Head up, leading into a headwind, lean in and push forward.

It’s time to leave this dark place behind me, make it a memory.

Time to work the edge sharp again, to feel the pain of growth, to grit, to push through the pain.

I’m ready.


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