How Things Change

I sit here in my desk with this pencil I used to call a sword.

That I used to learn how to write.

What I’d use in class to scribble on paper when I had almost an hour of free time.

Back when I used to take those times for granted like a forgotten toy, now fills me with joy of the memories I had with it.

Now I use my pencil to write equations and notes that I probably won’t use in the future.

Now that sword has become a dagger which now controls my future, controls whether I get an answer right or wrong, whether I fail or succeed.

But everyday this pencil becomes a sword once again for an hour everyday, and I control it, I decide if what I’m doing is right of wrong.

But when that hour passes. It becomes a dagger once again.

But I don’t care because spending one hour with my sword and doing whatever I want with it, fills me with more joy than I’ve ever felt.