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We Are Pencils.

  • cynthiafoustvenner
  • Dec 15, 2023
  • 2 min read

Updated: Jan 3, 2024

Recently I found myself watching a fascinating and invigorating documentary.

Just kidding, I was watching Tik Tok.


(See previous blog for reference)


Anywho, one of my "motivational speaker" videos said we are pencils.


My mouth aghast,I continuted watching, intrigued as usual.


What will Tik Tok teach me next?!?


He said we are like pencils in three ways:


The first way he compared us to a pencil, was by saying, that in order to be useful, we need to be sharpened.


And that sharpening hurts, but it allows for us to shed a useless layer to allow for the second way we are much akin to pencils:


We are like pencils because we need to be able to make our mark.


Write the tale that is our life.


Knowing full well that we will make mistakes, hence, our eraser.


Because we can correct, rewrite,revise, and redirect.


And we should, that is why we possess these abilities in the first place.


Yet, at the end of the day, we need to remember that it's truly what is on the inside that counts.


Without the lead, notation wouldn't be possible at all.


That lead serves as the foundation.


It is our core.


Our heart.


What makes impossible, possible.


So write on.


And rewrite on.


Without apologiy.


And do it over and over and over again.


We need to understand that we may not get it right the first time, but our chances are numerous and countless.


A pencil isn't as simple as it seems, and neither are we.


Be gentle with yourself.


You won't always get it right the first time.


And that's ok.


Don't be afraid to be sharpened time and time again, or conversely, to erase more than once.


Know that these actions allow room for greater things to manifest.


Blossom.


Don't underestimate yourself.

Ever.


Remember the saying, the pen(cil) is mightier than the sword?


Yep, I am a pencil, and sharp as hell.


Are you?


Xoxo,

C.



 
 
 

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