Greetings, Wanderer.
I went for a walk a couple of days ago and bumped into a mountain dweller, so we traveled together for a while. Out of curiosity, he asked me why I keep my blade on me every single day, yet never draw it from its sheath. For a moment, I couldn't explain why, so I didn't answer.
Later, I figured it out. I carry this blade not just so I can draw it in a life-or-death moment. Having it hang at my waist is also a reminder to myself: a reminder of what words to speak and what deeds to do. Whether the blade leaves the sheath is secondary; what matters is that the man wielding it doesn't stray onto the wrong path.
Wanderer, wouldn't you agree?
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