Letter Nostalgia

There are some conversations that flit away like flies. There are some that just fall into place and become part of our lives. And then there are some that just jolt you awake and make you want to rejoice, and celebrate being alive, celebrate conversations, and words, and beautiful people.

I wish every conversation was like this. 

I've made a new friend. I've known him for less than one week. If you put together our conversations, I've barely known him a day. Yet, I wish I had. For I miss letters, and I miss having good conversations, and I miss writing long messages to people that can actually convey an emotion beyond 'lol'. 

I miss rambling away, and just writing - actual writing, with full words and spelling and grammar, unaccompanied with emoticons because the words are expressive and strong enough to express your emotions. I miss the good life.

There's no feeling in the world more thrilling or special than the moment you receive an envelope with your name on it (unless they're bills or report cards, of course). The excitement and pure, unadulterated pleasure of receiving a letter, and just tearing the life out of the envelope (I, however, like to tear open the envelope very, very neatly) and then losing yourself into those few pages.

So, four days ago, I talked to this glorious friend, and we naturally begin to talk about books (I said we have actual, long conversations where the two of us actually write - of course he reads!) Conversations with him remind me of letters. For the messages are long, they're expressive, they actually have CONTENT, and I simply love reading them, for with every message I realise there is still hope for this world! And he wrote this in his message: 

"Reading a lot sometimes makes you feel as if you're living a life you'd already lived. And it makes you weak and soft. My lesson was in a way to teach me not to spend a lot of time reading miserable people rambling their way through *universally proclaimed* classic stuff! I guess, the allure of reading always, even if you don't like it, holds one back from actually seeing what the reality offers. It creates a trance like state which you initially love and quietly succumb to but can have disastrous repercussions in the long run. As someone famously said, first live and then read. I firmly stand by it."

He just pinpointed my childhood in a paragraph. For that was what my childhood revolved around - words. Printed words. Black, small, odds angles and curves, on a creamy yellowish-white background. That was my childhood. 

And he described exactly how I felt.

So now you know why I simply just had to share it and create an entire blog post about it.

Make sense?

Who am I kidding, of course it does!