Simbolism

You know sometimes you feel significant. You're standing in the middle of a park at night, floodlights shines at you, you feel grand. Then you see a fly-over in the distance, close enough that you can hear the cars rushing past. You're significant remember. They're just cars.

Then you tremble. Imagine this. You're in there in the park in need of an urgent help.

Put that in your head. Now watch the world roll by, headlights, brake lights. An office room switches off in the distance. You're still in need of urgent help. But deep thoughts and contemplations slows time down and let's you consider all these things. Its true. You think how small the world around you is. Your childhood was your own, and your friends are only a matter of houses away. A small knit group. And yet, these people, these people in the cars, in that office are like back-up actors and actresses in a life where you're the only one that matters and no one else. This makes you realise how big the world is. How small you are compared to the names you hear on TV. How insignificant you are to the government. How you are only a name on paper to them. Have you ever given it much thought that your successes are only shared with a small circle of people in your life, and they're insignificant.

Significance.

The people in the cars have lives too. They have their childhood in them. They had their share of losses and gains. So have you. You still cannot get the fact in your head, that you're one in 7-something billion. 
Then you shiver. You realise that if you were in that position, you only had a split second to think of all that and let it sink in your head. It was only a situational representation. Putting yourself in a lot of people's shoes at once, and simultaneously in yours too.



Let's warp. You're the leader of a community, popular, very liked, and helpful. All in all, a good natured person. People see you as a significant figure, a someone. You see it as something... Normal. You think that everyone can achieve where you are, and that you wouldn't mind giving it up to someone more capable. Nothing matters, nothing, except
That particular someone.
That significant someone.
That someone.
Isn't that person significant to you? You don't want them for anyone else. Thinking about them is like thinking of the hierarchy of needs. You long for them, need them.

Let's wrap. You're in both state of mind. Without in need of the urgent help of course. Feeling very insignificant to the world, very unrecognised. Yet someone else is a very significant part of your head. Or YOU're significant to someone.
Define significance.

Only a blacksmith.

It's one thing seeing a sword getting sharpened by the blacksmith, and another trying to train your brain into doing things specifically for you. In movies, all swords are perfect. Shields smoothly curved. We are never shown the swords thrown away because they were too thin. The shields still at work because it's not smooth.

Throughout the ages of growing up we sharpen our brains with new knowledge, new short cuts, new ideas and a constantly changing perspective of people and the world. We really never realise this. Imagine a block of stone, and one side is sharpened. This is your likes, and talents and what-nots. Only one side of say multi-facial stone. With that sharpened side, you're able to get through with life. This is the case for a lot of people. Others try to hard to see the world fully and try to work on everything from all-sides. At one point they find out too much and can't stop, until one day all the dusts are blown by the wind and they lose themselves. They're a totally different person. They can't think straight. They're not gone gone.. Just different. At this stage a new stone appears and see the stone like a new level in life.

This person will have to sharpen it again, but the stone seem to be bigger, more faces, and denser. But like all stones, once corroded, cannot be regained. A person may try to sharpen their mindset, but cannot lose them. It will always be as a stone. Or sword. Either an unsharpened sword, blunt to the blow or a sleek, elven sword, swift and slices through flesh.

When we try to re-sharpen the new stone, it won't be exactly like the previous one, not the same flaws, not the same advantage. But we will soon adapt to the changes and use the new flaws and advantages to be buried within ourselves and become us.

May the sword help you through the battle this life leads on.

Comfort.

As much as we deny things we don't particularly like, and yet we have had an attachment previously, we will never be able to let go of it. Ever. Your grasps of understandings will be less, and yet your grip just won't loosen up.

It's like, whatever there is to believe in so that you can defy your past, you won't let go. It's also funny that I'm writing this from another's perspective, and not mine. I guess I will never understand the deepest most personal emotions of one-self, and yet they will emit that vibrant subconsciously and, invisibly, release their inner-self slowly.

You know those butterflies that flutters when you're around that particular someone. You know that out-of-habit behaviour you do after a harsh day, not knowing what is normal, temporarily. You know when you've just finished school, and you have no idea what to do for a week, because school was a constant habit for a year.

After a while, these new things, become very usual. That butterfly? You know how to control it. That behaviour? You reversed back to normal the next day. After two weeks, you've reverted your sleeping schedules and routine to slack and laziness.

After a set period of time, you will be conscious of that little habit you left behind, and you would convince yourself as having very used to it. But no. You will always, always, revert back to your old self.
To put it bluntly; You are being you on a normal day then a particular object, or even a significant person, came along. This situation doesn't include any nostalgia nor anything that would be the upbringing of memories, but suddenly you're clear. You can think clearly, you can act even more normal, or back to your original, than normal. That the presence of someone, can be a trigger for you to finally find your way back within yourself.