There was a warrior, once in a while sitting under a tree for hours starring at distance. there's a carving on it which says: "Tired of wars, tired of battles, tired of thoughts. how much longer should I carve this road? feel the breeze? used to flow with it around you old friend, missed the time when I used to swing the sword without worrying about cutting you, remember? not anymore, I swung it too many times and now it can hurt you. Ehhh feel the breeze? I can't, not anymore".