Found an old knife in the market today. Rusted edge, cracked hilt—still balanced. The merchant thought it was junk. I paid triple its worth. Some things are more than what they appear to be. Later, I spent an hour sharpening it. Not because I need another blade, but because I remember what it is to be discarded. To be called worthless. Funny how we assign value to things—and people—based on their shine. #NoSuchThingAsBroken #SecondLife