When I was a kid, receiving letters was the most joyous of occasions. Every day after school I would check the mail with unequivocal anticipation and excitement. Of course, most of the time, I was disappointed by the fact that no one had sent me anything, but on days when I did receive a letter, there was nothing that could rain on my parade.
It’s always nice to know that others are thinking about you. As a kid, I didn’t understand that I could give that wonder to others by writing letters. In fact, I hate writing letters or really writing in general. It wasn’t really until I got to college that I began to write letters. If I was only writing letters so that I could receive some I would be completely selfish, but at this point in my life, I have learned how to care. I genuinely want to know how people are doing, and writing them a letter is a thoughtful way to find out.
Sure, I could call them, and maybe for some that works, but there is nothing like a letter. When I talk on the phone, I can be awkward. I struggle to come up with things to say, leaving the conversation to dissipate into awkward silences. Letters let me think about each word I’m putting down. I can construct thoughts with or without continuity, but there are no awkward pauses because the recipient reads it all together.
College classes are always emphasizing reflection, and letters are the perfect platforms to gain such a perspective, and you don’t have to hold yourself to a certain format. Sometimes, I’ll write someone a letter about my day, or week, or month. Other times I’ll write a poem or share a short story.
In a world full of technology and instant communication, it is nice to take a step back. I have always struggled with feelings, but in writing, I can speak freely and unobstructed.
Letters are a lost art form, but I hope you’ll consider writing a few.