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Broken Crayons Color The Same

Broken Crayons Color the Same

I have been thinking about this lately. More I think about it, more I realize that even if they color the same nobody really wants them. Everybody wants a flawless piece of crayon with its pointy tip assuring a perfect smudge proof stroke. And how even if we sharpen that broken tip it’s not perfect, it just gets shorter and shorter indicating that it won’t last long, that it won’t make as many paintings as we desire, that it won*t be as helpful as other pretty crayons.it must be my pessimistic way of thinking but think about it this way --the broken crayons are the broken people may solve their purpose of life.but what is the point of it if they are not happy themselves and don’t bring others happiness.how annoying it is for an artist to deal with a small broken piece of crayon that keeps on breaking and so hard to hold ? how annoying it is for the mentally stable to deal with the “broken” people who just can’t seem tolet go of their past and move on, to deal with people who don’t even know what’s breaking them, to show them that they care when the apparently broken people believe that no one does. After all everyone has their own painting to paint,- their own life to live. The way the small piece of crayon keeps on slipping from the artists hold is the exact same way as the “broken” people slip out of the hands of their near and dear ones. At one moment it seems as if everything is going smooth but then all of a sudden they snap and every move they made is down the gutter. It’s honestly exhausting.so even if broken crayons color the same they are tedious and hard to use.