"Once upon a time, a blade fell in love. It was a thin sharp blade, a bit naive and a bit adventurous. She liked impossible challenges, so she fell for a bulldozer - the others around her were so shapeless...She was looking for another blade, but there was none left - or maybe she was not that lucky to meet another. She just kept running into shapeless or too-simple-shaped beings. Some were beautiful but empty, some were too complicated, some were too afraid to be near a sharp-edged blade. For a while she tried to live without adventure, without a thrill... but that was not a life, was merely an existence and the blade kept dreaming of waking up to life. And one day, she met the bulldozer.
Dancing around him with her shiny blade and showing off the beautiful precious stones of her hilt she made him fell for her also. In all the movies they watched, fate was near the daring ones, so they hoped fate would be helping them as well. The love was so big and the task was so impossible that the blade decided to put all her efforts into achieving it. Not that the task was too clear, but the blade thought she finally found what she wanted. So she came after him, in the world where the bulldozer decided to have a tuning and become bigger, stronger, better.
Time was passing and the blade was happy. She felt safe, because she didn't have to cut her own way through. She felt strong, because she was no longer bearing the heaviness of hitting and being hit. She felt beautiful, because she was in love and she was being loved. And time started to fly.... As months were just passing, the blade noticed some rusty spots on herself. She wanted to dance, to clean her shiny metal and be again shiny and happy - but looking around she noticed she was locked in her case. The space around was pressing her and that's when she realized she was hanging on a wall as decoration. She thought an accident happened, so she cried and asked for the bulldozer to come and take her down from the wall - but when he came, he told her that this is her place. A bit surprised, a bit not knowing what is going on, the blade got back to hanging on the wall thinking this might be an accident or who knows...
Time was flying like a hurricane but for the blade it was slow as a snail. Little by little she started to forget who she was. Her surface was covered with a thick layer of dust and all spotted from the passage of days and months. Her hilt was not glittering anymore - the precious stones were now light-tight and she looked at them, and at herself and she suddenly thought: "this is such an ugly piece of metal". In her heart, the dances and the light and the fire were not forgotten. And so she asked the bulldozer "let me go, let me be what I used to be... I will come back to you and I will charm you with my flares". But the bulldozer said this is not what she should be... this is not what bulldozers find appropriate - she has to learn to be blunt and she has to stop complaining. It is not dignifying and completely unreasonable... in the end, she was having what most of the she-bulldozers would ever want.
Her soul was falling like on a descending convolution. She didn't want to see the dust on herself, but she couldn't take her eyes away from it. She wanted to get back to what she had, at least to what she had when she met the bulldozer. Tearing herself apart, she hoped she would be happy again. But every time she looked at the bulldozer, a new feeling was growing inside her - hate. She hated him and herself for what she turned into and she was hating him more and more, as he was reproaching her what she turned into. Sometimes she was crying and whispering - but isn't it what you wanted me to be? Yes, the bulldozer was answering, but you also have to be happy; why are you sad, I am turning you into a decent creature. You should appreciate my effort... in the end, I could have taken a she-bulldozer and not have to go through all these troubles.
All the blade wanted now was a strong fire - she wanted to be melt and remoulded. She didn't care into what, just to stop seeing that ugly piece of metal that was, long ago, a thin shiny blade. She just wanted her freedom back - and if, while ago, she would have just taken her freedom back in a simple act now she couldn't anymore. Her sharp edges were now chippy and worn out, her steel was now opaque and dirty as any cheap metal and her hilt was now shapeless. All she had in her heart was hate and doubt - she couldn't understand what went wrong. She couldn't believe somebody would just bend her till she becomes beyond recognition for the sake of some abstract ideas. She was angry with herself for not seeing that the bulldozer was merciless - she just thought he meant well. And maybe he did, but ... who cared about it anymore? And although she felt like in the middle of hell, when looking carefully it was actually the mid-afternoon of a very regular day of her life. And that's when she decided it is time to go dance alone...."
I do not know how the story ends. I sometimes see the blade in a dream and she is getting stronger and stronger. I even saw her smiling a few times. And when she will visit me again, I will tell you her story from there on - for now, all I know is that she promised she will turn back into a blade. An older one and maybe less shiny and more cutting... but a blade, again.
Dancing around him with her shiny blade and showing off the beautiful precious stones of her hilt she made him fell for her also. In all the movies they watched, fate was near the daring ones, so they hoped fate would be helping them as well. The love was so big and the task was so impossible that the blade decided to put all her efforts into achieving it. Not that the task was too clear, but the blade thought she finally found what she wanted. So she came after him, in the world where the bulldozer decided to have a tuning and become bigger, stronger, better.
Time was passing and the blade was happy. She felt safe, because she didn't have to cut her own way through. She felt strong, because she was no longer bearing the heaviness of hitting and being hit. She felt beautiful, because she was in love and she was being loved. And time started to fly.... As months were just passing, the blade noticed some rusty spots on herself. She wanted to dance, to clean her shiny metal and be again shiny and happy - but looking around she noticed she was locked in her case. The space around was pressing her and that's when she realized she was hanging on a wall as decoration. She thought an accident happened, so she cried and asked for the bulldozer to come and take her down from the wall - but when he came, he told her that this is her place. A bit surprised, a bit not knowing what is going on, the blade got back to hanging on the wall thinking this might be an accident or who knows...
Time was flying like a hurricane but for the blade it was slow as a snail. Little by little she started to forget who she was. Her surface was covered with a thick layer of dust and all spotted from the passage of days and months. Her hilt was not glittering anymore - the precious stones were now light-tight and she looked at them, and at herself and she suddenly thought: "this is such an ugly piece of metal". In her heart, the dances and the light and the fire were not forgotten. And so she asked the bulldozer "let me go, let me be what I used to be... I will come back to you and I will charm you with my flares". But the bulldozer said this is not what she should be... this is not what bulldozers find appropriate - she has to learn to be blunt and she has to stop complaining. It is not dignifying and completely unreasonable... in the end, she was having what most of the she-bulldozers would ever want.
Her soul was falling like on a descending convolution. She didn't want to see the dust on herself, but she couldn't take her eyes away from it. She wanted to get back to what she had, at least to what she had when she met the bulldozer. Tearing herself apart, she hoped she would be happy again. But every time she looked at the bulldozer, a new feeling was growing inside her - hate. She hated him and herself for what she turned into and she was hating him more and more, as he was reproaching her what she turned into. Sometimes she was crying and whispering - but isn't it what you wanted me to be? Yes, the bulldozer was answering, but you also have to be happy; why are you sad, I am turning you into a decent creature. You should appreciate my effort... in the end, I could have taken a she-bulldozer and not have to go through all these troubles.
All the blade wanted now was a strong fire - she wanted to be melt and remoulded. She didn't care into what, just to stop seeing that ugly piece of metal that was, long ago, a thin shiny blade. She just wanted her freedom back - and if, while ago, she would have just taken her freedom back in a simple act now she couldn't anymore. Her sharp edges were now chippy and worn out, her steel was now opaque and dirty as any cheap metal and her hilt was now shapeless. All she had in her heart was hate and doubt - she couldn't understand what went wrong. She couldn't believe somebody would just bend her till she becomes beyond recognition for the sake of some abstract ideas. She was angry with herself for not seeing that the bulldozer was merciless - she just thought he meant well. And maybe he did, but ... who cared about it anymore? And although she felt like in the middle of hell, when looking carefully it was actually the mid-afternoon of a very regular day of her life. And that's when she decided it is time to go dance alone...."
I do not know how the story ends. I sometimes see the blade in a dream and she is getting stronger and stronger. I even saw her smiling a few times. And when she will visit me again, I will tell you her story from there on - for now, all I know is that she promised she will turn back into a blade. An older one and maybe less shiny and more cutting... but a blade, again.
