Your mind is a book; God is the pen.
A pen is neither good nor bad. It’s what you do with it that makes it a weapon of war or a tool of peace.
Likewise, love is neither good nor bad. It’s what you do with it that makes it the ultimate punishment or the greatest reward.
Decisions are the privilege we’ve been granted to have a hand in penning the script of our lives. And in the writing, the question is not the availability of the paper or the pen. The question is the wisdom to use them rightly.
I write because the security of your love allows me to develop my craft without concerning myself with trivialities – as if your love could be any more complete. But I write, in the first place,
because of you, my muse. I write for your green eyes to glance at my humble words and for the pleasure of hearing you utter them.
Now relax, think positively and begin — the smile of success awaits you.
Sometimes ideas flow from my mind in a raging river of stringed sentences; I can scarcely scribble on the page fast enough to keep up with the mental current. Sometimes, however, beavers move in and dam the whole thing up.
The ink of a pen is simply
the blood of a heart
It is said that if you want to change the world, take pen and write. I want to add that if you want to maintain that change, then be the ruler to rule the pen’s lines. True rulers are true leaders; they maintain a change!
As I pen these words to leave a lasting record, I wonder myself where it all began.
Best friend is like a pen and we’re the paper. We’ll not complete without their ink