This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 6; the sixth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton.
A writer can write only as the long as the pen holds ink, or the lead is not broken?
- Or for as long as he can think?

A singer can sing only as long as he has his voice?
- Or for as long as there is music in his soul.

A driver can go only as long as his fuel lasts?
- Or for as long as there is direction in his life to get there.

A dreamer can only dream more doozies only as long as her most cherished dream is not shattered.
- Or for as long as she can does not crush it herself.

The ink may fade, but it is only running out.
The table will shake, but it is only getting old.
The path may be blocked with obstacles, preventing only the flowing of the ink, or the sharpening of the lead, but it will clear.

All this only as long as you hold on to your pen, hold on to your writing table, the connection stays, the "ME" in you lives.

Hold on to your nerves, hold the thread and hold the belief, the "DREAM" in you lives.

If there is something that you really need, the whole world will conspire to get it to you, but you need to hold on to the world for it to get that thing to you. You need to exist in that world.

Writing is only a medium, thinking is the thread.
Driving is only a medium, direction is the thread.
Singing is only a medium, music is the thread.
Achieving is only a medium, dream is the thread.

That line on that picture between “My pencil” and the “Source pencil” is my thread, that which I cling on to, refueling my ink or sharpening my lead to keep my dream alive, to be part of this world to get THAT THING to me.
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