The Nib of a Pen

It is just this that keeps a smooth flow of ink on any piece of paper.
On a totally unrelated note,i hate it when on a perfectly calm day,my father decides to ask me if I'm absolutely ready for an examination which is scheduled three days from now.Its about time to sit up and smell the roses,Dad.I'm done studying for the past 24 years so its great if you could treat me like an individual now and then.Every nib of every pen lets say is pointed and promises a smooth flow of letters.I wish Life could be that simple.Just as non-traumatic as waving a magic wand around and everything falls into place.
We have all received countless chain emails that teach us that Life can be a Watermelon,a Jar filled with pebbles,stones,water,sand,etc and lots of other little anecdotes that make sense when your punch drunk on injecting yourself with a philosophy needle.Its weird how when you think of it you dont sign up to be Atlas carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders.But there you are feeling like every step you take is a herculean effort.My mind is a piece of driftwood.If i dont catch my wayward thoughts,I usually end up trying to figure out why I start things in the first place.
Its hard not to be selfish.Since that is a knee jerking,automatic reflex in us all.Just as we think we can be selfless and generous,there comes along that last donut in the box,that one can of beer in the fridge and that one slab of cheese that has your name written all over it.
Does that mean we are selfish,if we choose to do what we really want?Maybe so and some would downright nod their heads in self-righteous acknowledgement.I dream of a world where thoughts run parallel with actions and words spoken in anger can be taken back.
My random thoughts have come to a still.So for now,so long.