Recently I took a pen out of the junk-drawer, went to use it, and it was dead. I did all I could to revive it: Licking it, making a hundred little circles, trying it on my hand. Nothing. So naturally I opened the drawer again grabbed a new pen and threw the old one back in the drawer. This time this pen started to work, showing a glimmer of hope, then died as well. "What the heck?" I thought as I then opened the drawer and put that one back, only to realize that for my entire life I had been placing the dead pens back in the same drawer. Never once have I thrown one out after realizing it did not work anymore.

Moral of the story: You make your own luck.

No, of course that's not it.

I then came to a connection. An epiphany of sorts. I don't just do this with pens, no no no, I do this with everything. Including people. Okay let me explain, not like people that actually die. More like people that just don't work anymore, run out of ink if you will. Every once in a while a person enters your life, then something happens, they can be toxic, or rude. They are no longer the person you thought they were. BUT, instead of getting rid of them, we place them back into our drawer of friends. Then the next time we need them, or think that we do, they don't work, they are still broken. You can't just put a dead pen in with a bunch of working pens and expect it suddenly gain ink. Same with people. You cannot place that one toxic friend in with your good friends and expect them to change.

Just be aware of what is in your drawer, do not be afraid to throw out the things that are unusable or broken. For these can never help you, only set you back, while you dig to find one that works.