Yesterday I went to my friends house and took my journal with me. During the night, while chilling in the roof, I had such great realizations and wanted to write about it so bad, but I forgot to bring a pen with me.

My friend didn’t have any pens so I went downstairs to ask her sister for one. Knocked on her door and she seemed to be asleep so I went back upstairs.

For my big surprise, when I got back in the roof I saw a pen laying on the table. My friend said she randomly found this mysterious pen on the ground, she had no idea whose pen it was.

I was kinda shocked. I picked up the pen and started writing what was the result of one of the best ever experiences I’ve ever had while writing.

I felt spiritually chosen. I don’t know. It is just a pen but it meant everything to me.