The all powerful force sometimes has strange ways of reminding me, why he/ she is named as the all powerful. Some days you wake up feeling that you are the blacksmith of your own destiny and then some other days the whole blacksmith concept just comes crashing down on earth.
How much ever, the Blacksmith tries chipping with his chisel, he can never achieve the perfection of the smooth, well rounded rock, created and shaped by centuries of water flowing around it; but does that mean the blacksmith should not try?
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