We used to have different opinions. The ones that is passed through hours or days of reading, discussing, and analyzing things. The ones you believe it as your truly opinion. Not as other’s which you agree because it is well written passages without grammar mistakes.
It is good that information spreads instantly, minutes, seconds, milliseconds. But we’ve created a mute crayon box. Ones that just passed a button of Like or Share.
Fate of a nation will be decided sooner, kings will rise and fall, leaders will speak louder at nightfall. Among all that chaos, pen is still mightier than explosive. Especially pen that writes well written passages without grammar mistakes.
Put on your war paint.
There will come a day that you don’t need to break crayon sticks to color a picture. There will come a day that you’ll stint one another to understand better. Exchanging colors and get darker, or brighter. Clearly for sure, richer. Richer in knowledge, richer in perspective. The terms is getting better, the speculation is becoming smarter, the rumor is spreading faster. Those intelligent bastards, I see why you’re there now, with all that power. But we’ve already put on our war paint, and maybe we’ll see. Who will be releasing the doves at the end.
Have a good Sunday, sky arches.
