The theory of a sharpened pencil is that when sharpened led scratches the surface of paper, the sound mimics a cry. With this, I love writing, I love how sentences can be taken out of context with just one simple hint I wish for my words to move people not like “here’s my story, what do you think?” but an eviction notice at your front door when you were only a day late, I want my mixed emotions to bleed off of the pages as my sharpened pencil pierces through them. Let the cries be a reminder to “let my words ring” these words don’t come from my mouth, so I put them on paper, but if they did, they’d vanquish word by word, sentence by sentence as if they were already unfamiliar. Let my words ring at the top of your eardrums to the base of your voice, even this has yet to reach my satisfaction… So let me remind you I know what I want, and through dedication I can find new ways of learning, living, and the purpose of leading in my own life to better my growth and success. But for now, I have yet to grasp the concept of leading, but I guess my decisions fondly shows some leading capability in me. I know that my actions make people want to follow especially if I’m successful and I know the importance of learning not only from your actions and others but also learning to increase your education, something I find to be very important. To me these words can be semantically shifted to mean Learning is leading and living is learning, making the definition to each slightly change and make it more complicated to grasp that’s exactly what my brain does; it makes things more complicated than what it actually is. However, the simple definition of learning, to me, is to acquire more knowledge of anything worth knowing and living comes naturally, living is waking up and deciding whatever you're going to do or be is just right, but living is also not deciding and with this come consequences of guessing and postponing things, the action of living may come naturally however most of it has to be planned or decided. I’m saying that nothing is as simple as we paint it to be, there are more alternatives than we could possibly think of therefore simply defining what these words mean to me may cause more confusion than me merely stating that I have the same quote on the living-room wall, and I walk past it every single day.
