Life is like a sharp stick, not all too powerful, unless honed and used properly.

Your life could just be a toy for a child walking within the woods or a plaything for a dog, holding the very strings of your being within its maw.

Or, it could be a weapon, a last resort of defence or a makeshift spear made by the chief of a clan.

If used correctly, it could make a great different, striking down food during hunting or cutting into the flesh of enemies.

However, when used wrong, it could snap, splintering into many pieces that only a miracle could put back together.