The Pencil

Life is like a pencil; only one life one time around.  Both life and a pencil start out untouched or virgin-like and then one day the pencil gets sharpened and the body matures to adulthood. Now it is up to the owner of the pencil to make it come alive or let it go to the waste side. Every day the pencil like life gets a little shorter, now you can sit in the same spot and doodle or you can use it to draw beautiful pictures. Regardless it still gets a little shorter.

A person can sit in the stale life and use the pencil to make a grocery list, or you can use the pencil to write an exciting novel or a short story; regardless of how you use it, it gets a little shorter.

I suppose a person can look at a pencil and life as being boring or you can use the resource to create and expand your imagination. Regardless of how you use it, it gets a little shorter.

A pencil is just a pencil to some people and yet others see it as a wonderful tool to express them self and to enjoy everything they have ever dreamed of. Regardless of how you follow your dreams, life gets a little shorter.

Life like a pencil has a beginning and an end. It is up to the user to decide how it will be used from beginning of life to the end.
What will you create with your new day?
 It is all up to you on how you live; after all, a pencil just lying around, cannot create much.