ink.

8 years ago I was lucky enough to meet my significant other, a Parker fountain pen, and yes, it was love at first…touch. However, the pen belonged to my desk mate, so our relationship couldn’t pass the timid glances stage, and as it wasn’t precisely cheap, I had to get used to the thought that i would never get one.

Last year in August i had some spare money and i convinced myself it was high time i had that pen, so i went into the shop, looked at it and went back home. 2 months ago i found it here at half the Romanian price so i said yeah, why not. 1 minute ago i realized i’m using Word for basically everything, so the pen was a dream come true, but i don’t feel happier having it in my pencil case. Thus i thought maybe sometimes we invest too much into our dreams, wishes, desires etc; so much that when they actually start to materialize we cannot be happy anymore, for they cost us too much soul.

Anyhow, 2 weeks ago i had to meet someone and that person had to write something down so she asked me for a pen. I gave her my fountain pen and i was amazed to see she didn’t know how to use it. I tried not to be judgmental, after all i cannot expect everyone to hate ballpoint pens and love neat notebooks, but the situation saddened me. I know i don’t know many things, but what i know for a fact is that my life would be so much more empty without the occasional stains of blue ink. And if you want to hear more, i also know that everyone should try to write with a fountain pen every now and then, even though the process of finding the perfect one might take, well, too long.