No pencils, just pens. Just live with the mistakes, don’t erase them.
It’s not like you can erase life’s mistakes either. Life is written with ink. The kind of ink that flows beautifully on the page and the one you will never get off your new white shirt once it’s on. You can’t erase your mistakes, you can try, but you’ll just smudge a shirt, an experience. Call it a day, and put the shirt away. There’s a new one in the drawer, there always is. Even if you thought you’ll never get used to that new shirt, you suddenly welcome the dreaded blank canvas, the fresh start. Everyone deserves a fresh shirt once in a while. Some people use too many fresh shirts whilst others use their shirts to paint a canvas of ink blots.