Pencils are the medium of creation and life. Great cities have been built under the prose of hungry minds, all eager to have their ideas and emotions transferred from the realm of thought, to the land of existence. Of course, powerful scribes realize the limitless potential of pencils, however the conflicts responsible for catalyzing the workmanship of pencil professionals are often focused more on the content coming from the pencil, rather than the pencil itself. It requires an exceedingly quizzical mind to stop in the moment of writing, and truly appreciate the majesty of a pencil – and maybe this thought’s value holds the direction writers needed in order to press on to a greater quality of writing. Reaching out across our life to the people and objects we cross paths with in life are due to the wild randomness of chance, but maybe there is a greater purpose to these interactions – a purpose larger than all that we think we know.
Being attentive to the myriad of items placed around us gives a deeper realization of what makes us who we are. So much so that we become blind to the tools largely responsible for orchestrating the very identify from which we are looking out. Humanity has long questioned the limit of where our souls end and foreign entities begin, and it is from this that we could very well call into question the value of a pencil, and it’s ability to extend our existence. A long trusted idiom claims “The pencil is mightier than the sword,” but to what extent is this really true? Grasping a breath of life through the cleave of a sword is in some ways equal to the swipe of a pen authenticating a death sentence, as each holds the capability to extinguish a life. It is from this that we can conclude human interaction as being the driving force behind utilities, and it could also be said that all things responsive to this interaction are also a substantial part of who we are. Our actions illustrate our identity.
The perception of a pencil’s capability is different in each individual’s eyes. Some view the ultimate danger that a pencil could bring, while others may believe in the greatness that awaits to be transmitted by its use. Whatever shades we may see, it is irrelevant until someone fatefully picks up the pencil and begins to use it. I have realized in my personal use of the pencil that its contents can span beyond the power of only words. I have used 3 pencils over the last 5 years, and the creations each pencil has been responsible for delve deep into my mind, perhaps deeper than I have ever known. Regardless of existence, a bond has been established with these pencils. In a world that is ever changing, holding on to a relic of a consistent past that has aged alongside you is a beautiful relationship. There are very few things I can say share this bond with me, and their sheer lack of quantity make me cherish them even more.