Dear Crayola

I often think about life as a giant mound of playdough.

Constantly being shaped and molded through time.

However, if we let it sit too long life might seem stuck into one creation.

When parts of the playdough harden we have the decision to break it off or leave it how it is, at least for now.

We continue to shape the unharden pieces of life until we run out of options of how to mold the playdough.

Time goes on.

The playdough is almost fully hardened.

You have to be careful now.

One big mistake can make you crumble into a million pieces.

Are you happy with your “masterpiece’ you’ve made?

It was supposed to be a Tyrannosaurus but it turned out to be a guinea pig.

Wish you coulda woulda shoulda broken off that first harden piece of playdough that weighed you down.

Ah! It’s too late.

Your life has passed you by and the playdough is old and dry.