Tuesday, 24 November 2009

see me grow from a boy to a man

indeed, after all the pain and heartache, if you give yourself a chance, there is life after dying.

we're like pencils, capable of great things, but first we must realise that we are guided by a hand that is the true artist. i call that hand God, who giudes us by his will.

pencils have to be sharpened to continue writing. therefore, we must learn to bear and deal with pains and sorrows, because they enable us to grow, and to continue the piece of art that is our destiny.

the pencil comes with an eraser to rub mistakes out. learning to accept that mistakes are part and parcel of life and that correcting a mistake isn't necessary a bad thing; it helps us to stay on track and keep gives us second chances.

what matters in a pencil is not its wooden exterior, but the graphite within. hence, pay less heed to appearences, rather, be mindful of what is inside.

lastly, a pencil always leaves a mark, even those that were rubbed out. accordingly, recognise that every action in this life has a consequence, every cause - an effect. so be conscious of every action.

i am a pencil. i've been guided, i've been sharpened, i've had mistakes rubbed out, i've learned that what matter is not that which is on the outside, i've recognised that every stroke leaves an indelible mark in the canvas of life.

i am a pencil. and i'm fulfilling my destiny.

matt,
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