There was a man who worked for years in a small blacksmith workshop. Every day he struck hot metal, sparks flying, smoke filling the air. One day, his young son entered the workshop, looking around in amazement, and asked: “Dad… why do you tolerate all this? The fire, the heat, the exhaustion?” The father smiled, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and pointed to a glowing piece of metal on the anvil. He said softly: “My son… metal only discovers its worth after it enters the fire.” Then he placed his hand on his son’s chest and added: “And we humans are the same… we become stronger through pain, purer through trials, and closer to our true selves through what life puts us through.” The boy stood silently, watching the sparks dance… And for the first time, he realized his father wasn’t just working… He was forging himself every day.