Life is like a sharp stick you sharpen and sharpen it to a point. You spend days with your knife scraping away at the wood as it chips away, revealing its flesh.

You sharpen and sharpen until your blue in the face. You work harder and harder until it’s got to the point you can’t sharpen anymore.

And what do you do with this stick when it’s sharpened to that point?

Do you use it to hunt for something more? Or place it on display to look at when you’re feeling low?

We are all sharpening our sticks, but none of us know what to do with it once it’s sharpened.

Life is like a sharp stick because we work our whole lives through to get to the point where we’re tired and we can’t carry on.