My third grade teacher always reminded us that how we kept our desk is how we lived our life. I thought that was sorta cool to always be reminded of how we are perceived in other peoples lives. I believe how we treat our writing instruments showcases just as much of our hidden away personality. I watch people toss them, steal them, bite into them and break them in two when anger becomes the chosen path of delivery. I collect writing instruments that date all the way back to the 1920's. I'm so convinced that the original owners soul is still alive on the tip of that nib. How about that? Ghosts living in the bladder of an ancient maker of words. Imagine the ghosts we all carry. If the way we treat our writing instrument is a reflection of who we are then how do we treat other people? We toss them, steal them and bite into their thought process during a disagreement. Being aware of what we trust. And we all trust a writing instrument when its filled with ink. Being aware of how we live out our lives when the inkwell is full is a great daily study. But what becomes of your habits when there's no more ink? Some grab a Red Bull, go shopping, hit FaceBook for hours or take drugs. The cure for this pain killer epidemic in the world isn't here in the present. The first step is to identify the original owner. Then move through the process of continuation. Is a divorce truly final? When terminated in reality aren't you still using the skills picked up while there? A writing instrument. When you borrow it from a persons desk... aren't you in essence taking their mood swings and mindsets with you? Be aware of what you place on your path. Ghosts travel without having to purchase a ticket.