The Usta didn’t look up. "Which part bothers you, boy? The hunger, the silence, or the weight of things you cannot fix?"
"Life is not the metal that stays, Elman. Life is the edge you create while you are being worn away. You ask how this is living? It is living because you are still sharp enough to feel the pain. The day you stop asking 'how,' the day you stop feeling the weight—that is when you have truly stopped living." Bu Nasil Yasamaq Usta🥀
"Look at this chisel," Usta said, holding the tool up to the dim light. "When I first got it, it was wide, heavy, and blunt. To make it useful, I had to grind it down. I had to take away pieces of it. Every time I sharpen it, it gets smaller. One day, there will be nothing left but the handle." The Usta didn’t look up