hey i was just thinking of this story and so i decided to post it, yes apparently i have become an ah-ma with all the fables and stuff but still there was once a box of colour pencils. there was red, there was blue and green and yellow, there was orange and white, there was silver and gold, there was black and pink, there was maroon, there was purple, there was beige, there was peach. you get my point, there were a whole bunch of them. each one was beautiful, each one was perfect. but the colour pencils had a problem- none of them wanted to help each other, none wanted to be associated with the other. thus, the artist had a hard time trying to paint the picture. One day, however, one of the colour pencils saw a beautiful drawing outside. he asked his master where it was from, where such beauty could be derived from. The artist explained that if te colour pencils would work together, they too could achieve such a beautiful picture. slowly, the pencils realised how wrong they had been. they realised that every colour was beautiful, and that only together could they bring true magic to themselves. so they tried. it wasn't easy, and often overzealous colour pencils had their ends snapped off. they had to be sharpened then, and it was painful. but finally, finally, the picture was painted. and it was an amazing picture. every colour had their chance to shine, no colour more than others. and all the colour pencils realised that as one pencil, they could only do so much. with 24 others, they could do anything, everything.
let's be those colour pencils, guys. let's paint a beautiful picture and call it 03.
