Our lives are very complex.Tragedy, hope and love. We see it all, in our lifetime. A man goes through trouble and fortunes in his life. Sorrow and pain. Happiness and slain, said Master Kenji. And a sword should symbolise all that. That is how art is created, encompassing the emotions and trials of a human life. Creating a sword is an art, an art I consider to be of the highest form.
"You have lived a life, but not half a life of what I have lived," said Master Kenji pointing out his age. You have yet to experience life to its fullest, he said to young Chanaka. To make a great sword you need to pour the soul of human life itself, he said with a humble pride, that often comes with old age. "It is okay," said Master Kenji. You have done your part, he said to him.
"But Master only a month has passed," replied Chanaka.
Master Kenji, laughed.
"Son, a lifetime has to pass," he said.
"I will make your sword now," said Master Kenji.
"Master," said Chanaka bowing down.
"Have I failed," he asked him.
"No," replied Master Kenji.
"This was not about failing or winning," he said to Chanaka.
"One day when you are old like me, you will realise that there is no winning or failing in life," he said
"There are only lessons to be learnt," said Master Kenji getting back to his work.
"Making a sword is much like life itself," he said.
"You do not win nor fail,"
"You just learn lessons," he said with a smile.
"Master!" said Chanaka as he bowed once more and left.