Whatever happened to letters? Whatever happened to sitting down and taking your time to write what you think and feel and to show that you care so much that you are writing a personal letter to another person? Or the innocent letters you used to pass around to each other in school about what you should do for fun in the lunch break or talk about this week’s crush?
Sadly that sweet, romantic and personal way of communication is a dying art form. We are more about the instant message and communication, because that is just how the world works today and though I don’t send my letters I still write them.
It started when I was about 12 or 13 I think. Back when I felt like I had no one to talk to and I felt more like a burden than a joy to have around. I was never good at writing in a journal everyday and talking about what I did that day. But I liked to write. At first it was small poems and even a few stories but later on I started to write letters.
I wrote letters to the people in my life talking about how I felt about them or what I thought about what they were doing. I wrote down the words I was too scared to tell them face to face.
Things that I felt I needed to say in some way or I would always come back to the same thing in my head. They were a sweet release with no consequences.
I also wrote letters to myself. Some were wise words to myself and others where questions about stuff that I was too afraid to ask people and even though I never got answers to my questions it always seem to help just the same.
Sadly the first book I filled is now lost between here and all the places I have visited since I first started it.
I am sad that I lost the book and my letters are lost forever, but maybe that is for the best… cause those letters were from a person that is long gone in a time that is too far away even if it all was just a moment ago.
I got a new book a few years ago, but I never used it until tonight. I haven’t written a letter in years (that hasn’t actually been sent to the person for which it was meant for). Lately I feel inspired and I can tell a few more are on the way in the next few weeks.
They are still letters to people in my life, some I still talk to and some that are no longer part of it. It is still things that I am too scared to tell them face to face and some are just letter with things on my mind. Small things that the person doesn’t need to know, because it is properly just something in my head that I need to get out.
There will also be letters to myself and still letters with questions I will never know answers too…
It’s sad that the tradition of a handwritten letter have been lost with time but in my head even if the letters will never be read by anyone else but me the art form is never fully lost.
So tell me – Am I alone in writing letters?