Crayons

When I was given a box of crayons on the first day of school every year as a child, I didn't want to use them. I didn't want to ruin them. They were so perfect. All perfectly sharpened and beautiful. As soon as I used them, they were all broken and dull. It was best if I left them alone. 

Like the world. Better if I didn't touch it or effect it at all.

But then someone told me to use my crayons.

And I did.

And that's when I realized that it didn't hurt anything.

Maybe it could make things better.

So I grabbed the crayons and the paint.

I found some paper, I found a wall.

And I made the world better.

And then I realized that I could make the world better with more than just crayons and paint and markers.

I could dance.

I could sing.

I could write.

And maybe it'd be terrible.

But sometimes terrible things make the world better.

And even if it is terrible.

It didn't hurt.

I'd rather be a terrible creator than not be one at all.

The world needs creators.

Good and bad.

So, here. Have some crayons.