I bought a pencil last week. But it was not just the normal, 99 cent, yellow, number 2, Dixon Ticonderoga pencil that is used during standardized state tests. It was not the boring pencil that is used at any school that I’ve ever seen.
This one was an unusual, out of the ordinary, Dixon Ticonderoga, number 2 pencil. This pencil inspired me to write three letters instead of texting. This pencil influenced me to write a poem. This unusual, Dixon Ticonderoga, number 2 pencil is the reason I tried out for a job, donated to charity, and smiled everywhere I went yesterday. This pencil did this with four words.
“What will you write?”
The creator of this pencil may not have had a Jedi mind technique, telepathy, the Vulcan mind-melt, or even some kind of mind control, but this pencil definitely captured my mind by saying, “What will you write?”
I thought, “Hmm…I don’t know.” This is when I wrote a letter to my grandmother instead of just texting her. When I finished my very long letter, I texted a couple friends. Then I glanced down at the pencil that had been sharpened a couple times while I had written, and noticed something. The pencil now said, “Will you write?”
So feeling guilty from sending those texts, I wrote two more letters to some close friends and feeling quite accomplished, I went to bed.
The next morning, I took a look at the pencil again to see the words, “You write,” almost as if it was complimenting me. This is when I wrote my long poem, and left the exhausted pencil on my desk. I let it sit there for a day, and when I came back to it, I sharpened it, and all that was left on what was now a forsaken stub of a pencil was, “Write!”
This is when I finally understood the meaning of these four words. They were sort of like the four stages of your life. “What will you write,” is when you are not quite sure what you will do with your life. You ask yourself how you will make your mark on the world. The next stage, “Will you write,” is when you are questioning yourself if you will make your mark on the world, because if you will, it’s about time.Soon you start doing this, “You write,” and you like your work. You start to kind of sit back and relax while enjoying life. Then comes the final stage, “Write.” You come to a realization that your short time that you have here is almost over. You quickly try to scribble some more for how people will remember you before you have to go.
The realization of this brought me to try to leave my mark on the world by helping others make theirs. Because if we all just go and buy a pencil, I’m sure we will be a bit happier when we are forsaken stubs, writing our last words.
This one was an unusual, out of the ordinary, Dixon Ticonderoga, number 2 pencil. This pencil inspired me to write three letters instead of texting. This pencil influenced me to write a poem. This unusual, Dixon Ticonderoga, number 2 pencil is the reason I tried out for a job, donated to charity, and smiled everywhere I went yesterday. This pencil did this with four words.
“What will you write?”
The creator of this pencil may not have had a Jedi mind technique, telepathy, the Vulcan mind-melt, or even some kind of mind control, but this pencil definitely captured my mind by saying, “What will you write?”
I thought, “Hmm…I don’t know.” This is when I wrote a letter to my grandmother instead of just texting her. When I finished my very long letter, I texted a couple friends. Then I glanced down at the pencil that had been sharpened a couple times while I had written, and noticed something. The pencil now said, “Will you write?”
So feeling guilty from sending those texts, I wrote two more letters to some close friends and feeling quite accomplished, I went to bed.
The next morning, I took a look at the pencil again to see the words, “You write,” almost as if it was complimenting me. This is when I wrote my long poem, and left the exhausted pencil on my desk. I let it sit there for a day, and when I came back to it, I sharpened it, and all that was left on what was now a forsaken stub of a pencil was, “Write!”
This is when I finally understood the meaning of these four words. They were sort of like the four stages of your life. “What will you write,” is when you are not quite sure what you will do with your life. You ask yourself how you will make your mark on the world. The next stage, “Will you write,” is when you are questioning yourself if you will make your mark on the world, because if you will, it’s about time.Soon you start doing this, “You write,” and you like your work. You start to kind of sit back and relax while enjoying life. Then comes the final stage, “Write.” You come to a realization that your short time that you have here is almost over. You quickly try to scribble some more for how people will remember you before you have to go.
The realization of this brought me to try to leave my mark on the world by helping others make theirs. Because if we all just go and buy a pencil, I’m sure we will be a bit happier when we are forsaken stubs, writing our last words.