As a high school student my life is complete with activities. For awhile writing became one of the last of my priorities - well, up until just a few months ago. It had been an extremely long time, since I'd continued writing. It was a welcoming change when my trait of ink stained fingertips returned.
One day as I was rearranging the furniture in my room, I made many wonderful discoveries of things I had previously done without. Among these things was something especially dear to me - my pen.
I've always thought that pens are very special things. You use them every waking hour, yet people regard them as nothing more than a mere office supply. I'm never far away from any type of writing utensil, whether it is for schoolwork or other purposes. Just think. Wouldn't it be amazing if there was a way to trace the life of a pen - to be able to analyze every word that it has written? So many wonderful things generated from writing: technology (telephones, computers), movies (Gone With the Wind, Titanic, Sound of Music), literature (the Bible), etc. What would we do without the ability to write?
Though a little dusty, my trusty old pen worked perfectly fine once refilled. I tossed the empty cartridge, then sat down on the side of the bed. With a stack of fresh paper on my lap, I began to write.
"Two years gone, and I am back again."
A/N: Just a note - The examples above of things the world has gotten from writing are ones of my own that have affected my life. Some may not relate to you, but do not take offense. These are my words, remember.