A boy was watching his grandmother write a letter. At one point he asked: ‘Are you writing a story about what we’ve done? Is it a story about me?’

His grandmother stopped writing her letter and said to her grandson: ‘I am writing about you, actually, but more important than the words is the pencil I’m using. I hope you will be like this pencil when you grow up.’

Intrigued, the boy looked at the pencil. It didn’t seem very special. ‘But it’s just like any other pencil I’ve ever seen!’

‘That depends on how you look at things. It has five qualities which, if you manage to hang on them, will make you a person who is always at peace with the world.’

‘First quality: you are capable of great things, but you must never forget that there is a hand guiding your steps. We call that hand, God; and He always guides us according to His will.’

‘Second quality: now and then, I have to stop writing and use a sharpener. That makes the pencil suffer a little, but afterwards, he’s much sharper. So you, too, must learn to bear certain pains and sorrows, because they will make you a better person.’

‘Third quality: the pencil always allows us to use an eraser to rub out any mistakes. This means that correcting something we did is not necessarily a bad thing; it helps to keep us on the road to justice.’

‘Fourth quality: what really matters in a pencil is not its wooden exterior, but the graphite inside. So always pay attention to what is happening inside you.’

‘Finally, the pencil’s fifth quality: it always leaves a mark. in just the same way, you should know that everything you do in life will leave a mark, so try to be conscious of that in your every action.’

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:) faith inspired life paths short story thoughts

Tell me what ur thinking now,
ill tell you what you’ll find -
If you happen to just walk right up
and look inside my mind…

Wonder thunders down and clutches
onto memory.
Feeling through this crowded place
is nothing more to see.

Your dialect is incorrect.

Sing to me your song.

Play me something,
move me like you want to
Just go on…

And on and on, and over,
underneath and straight into -
The blind spot of my heart
i thought i’d never let you through.

My inertia’s gonna hurt ya,
still you’re running after me.
Hold on tight, perhaps tonight -
you’ll get high fidelity.

marelle

hmm something new inspired

What is going on in my mind? I wish that I could just empty the contents here and noone would be the wiser. it appears that there are many discrepancies in my life. that many rules make for broken ones stretched truths and flatout lies. Figure it out. What is feeling? Right now it is an uncertainty in the back of minds that is waiting for the moment to return to the spotlight. I believe this intermission will soon be over. The taste of adrenaline wets my lips and I rediscover my true self again. Happiness is attainable in fact. However inescapable this rambling nonsense is I cannot furthermore deny my longings. secondguesses are worse than thinking it through altogether. reaction. React. Act. Come together. It all falls into place somewhere down the line. Hopefully sooner than later because all the waiting grows me weary in my heart. Elation. condemnation never seemed so far away and now it is far beyond my train of thought. Destiny knows not what Future holds in store. Nevermore questions frivolity but I care not to notice. Even though guilt hangs in the shadows of the night I walk along the thin line separating sanity and illusion and for once see clearly that the past is not to return again as much as either had hoped for it. Farewell to forever ago as now is here again. If I knew all the answers then I would need no questions and simply no direction to go forth; but of course every now and again I seem to pull together and realize that I shall take on the world. Perhaps not alone but maybe better off than the prior escapades had led me toward. Alas I do not fear or try not to while i’m here but that’s all I can expect from me today.

marelle

thought intelligent creative rambling inspired love life writing