Blank Paper.

I hold a blank piece of paper. I hold a million possibilities.

It is blank. It is useless. But soon it will not be.

 If I take scissors and I cut, I could make a snowflake.Little pieces that were snipped will be swept into the trash, deemed useless - but they are not. When they left, they were given up for something beautiful.I have given up things for beauty.

Or, if you take a pen, or a pencil, or a paintbrush, you can draw a picture that says a thousand words.

Or, you can take a pen or a pencil and write a thousand words that paint a picture.