Love Letters & Coffee

Woke up an hour early and spent it drinking coffee and reading love letters.

I am traditional, without a doubt. Whether it's because of how I grew up, the books I've read or otherwise, I've always loved writing and receiving letters.

Technology these days allows us to deliver messages almost instantaneously, yet at the same time, has gradually led to unintentional neglect of the act of writing. But I do not complain. Compared to those of the distant past, blinding awaiting a word, a letter, a whispering of the whereabouts of their loved ones, I am undoubtedly much, much luckier.

Yes, words you blurt out in an instant can be truer than any crafted letter, and, uttered at the right time and space can and do mean the world. But words, they evaporate as soon as they are articulated, to exist only in the abstract world of memories. To be more cherished, yet just as likely to be forgotten.

Oh, such paradox you say. I am a paradox. Imagine my relief when I came across Morrie's description of the tension of opposites.

But to think - so much of what otherwise cannot be said aloud can be written and delivered. Such poignance, such deep affection, such promises and eloquence. The spoken word is ephemeral; the written word, eternal.