A knife.
Needs to be sharpened.
Constantly.
So that when you use it, it’ll be sharp and be able to accurately and effectively carry out its function.
I feel like I am such a knife. In dire need of sharpening. Oh yes I have my own means to stay sharp and ready but the constant seemingly loss of purpose and direction; the lack of challenge and pressure; makes me dull. And thus, unfit and unready for even future use.
Ah. Knife.