Originally Posted by
Kippo
So, why did I choose this long, arduous path you may ask? Part of it initially was the 'wow factor' indeed, but as I began doing it, the pre-prep, the stropping, the slow meticulous shaves something changed. Looking at my reflection in the mirror a very strange feeling seeing the image of me. I felt oddly connected to the past in an unexplainable way. Don't get me wrong, I too dream of the perfect edge, and the best shave of my life. But stopping but just for a few moments each and every day, to turn what was once a forced chore all men have to do, into a wonderful, fulfilling experience. To know that I do what men have for hundreds of years before me. To know I took the time to learn an art so long lost to time. (it may sound corny, sorry) But that's why.
How many of us really ever take the time to appreciate what we have around us? How can we for that matter if the present is all we were born into?