I have an indomitable penchant for snail mail, that much is certain. the breath of ink against a crisp, new piece of paper. the mess of words, the tangle of stories and lists filling a page damp with personality. the image of excited fingers stumbling to rip open the envelope bursting with snippets of your life and what you love that you so painstakingly created over the course of moments in your spare time. sometimes i wonder why so many people gladly forgot and changed: to e-mails and whatsapp and twitter and facebook, for they are all useful, there's no doubt about that.
but why did they replace this beautiful art with instant gratification and speed messaging? yes, use new technology. but use both. try both. otherwise you'll slowly grow immune to the irreplacable feeling of waiting: for something that you are desperate to own. you will never have tangible records of friendship. you won't own exotic stamps from halfway across the world: just screenshots stored in computer files that can easily be accidentally deleted. do you write letters? do you cherish that feeling of seeing an envelope with your name on it? do you have a penpal?