As I’m sitting on my recliner in a corner of my “writing hut,” I look across the room and notice a cup holder with various writing essentials on my desk. What stood out wasn’t the different amount of pens I had. It was the lonely #2 yellow pencil. How could that be?
I remember carrying a handful of #2 pencils in my school bag to write, draw, scribble, take exams with and erase any errors I would make. I would carve my initial on my pencils before monograms was in style. As an artist, I still find the look and idea of the classic yellow pencil appealing. Yet, there it was in plain sight. Only one pencil.
I walk across the room and grab a hold of this simple instrument. As I’m holding it, a magical feeling begins to happen. The pencil begins to reveal its secret and how it can leave a mark in our lives.
- We can create great things with a pencil, but without forgetting that there is a hand that guides our steps.
- From time to time, it is necessary to stop writing and use a marker, which generates suffering, but, in the end, the pencil is sharper.
- The pencil always allows us to use a rubber to erase what is wrong. Adjusting is not bad; it enables us to stay on the correct path.
- What matters in the pencil is not its wood, but the graphite that it has inside; so we must practice self-care.
- The pencil always leaves its mark. Therefore, it is essential to know the print we leave behind in life.