I remember this pen I had when I was younger.
It was my favorite pen.
There is something about
using a good pen that makes your writings prettier.
But anyway,
I was reluctant to use this pen
because I loved it too much.
I only used it on my most precious notes
and I tried saving it, whenever I could.
One day, my favorite pen ran out of ink.
It caught me by surprise.
Because, I’d barely used it.
But just like everything else,
with time, it eventually died.
This is a lesson to use your pens
while they still have ink.
And, isn’t it funny? How it doesn’t make a difference?
How tight we try to hold onto something?
We still lose it in the end, when it’s meant to be over.
