Before this moment, I would have attempted to save those pens and make them write at some later time. I have oodles upon oodles of pens that are waiting for me to help make them work properly. It was at that moment that I realized letting go of these two stupid pens was completely okay. It was okay not because I can afford to buy new pens or because I have some space to house the two that don't work. It was okay because I no longer have to deal with any mental attachment or connection to those pens. I know that sounds weird, but the lesson I learned applies to more than just those two menial objects.
I am enduring some difficult personal drama at the moment. This drama all but consumes my mental, physical, emotional energy. Couple that with the stresses of everyday living and I am on edge - I mean Grandmaster Flash don't push me 'cause I'm close to the....EDGE...edge. Throwing out those pens, as futile as that may seem, made me realize that there are some things that are just not worth holding on to: pens, fabric, people, relationships, etc. At some point, one must realize that if letting something go makes you less of a nut, then do it. Trust me, the world is in no immediate shortage of stressed out folks.
So, whatever it is you're holding on to, let it go. Just let it go. I am no guru. Tomorrow, I may be saying something different. I know that in this moment, this is what is. Some parting words from Deepak Chopra:
“Be willing to stop judging against yourself. Bad urges don’t make you a bad person.”