When was the Last time you wrote a letter? Bills and Birthday cards aside, when was the last time you even mailed something? Maybe it’s not that long ago for some Middle aged or older people, but my generation really doesn’t deal with postage of the non electronic variety all that often.
Recently I’ve taken to letter writing again. Now not all that often, as I’ve mentioned, I am a very strong advocate and consumer of modern technology, Where I can talk to China in seconds with just the click of a few buttons. But every so often it is nice to revert to simpiler, more elegant ways. When I use the term “recently” I actually mean within the last two years since I joined the Marine Corps. Before that I think the last time I wrote a letter(that wasn’t a card or thank you note) was before I was even a teenager and I would spend my summers at my Grandparent’s house in Vermont. They didn’t have a computer.
At Boot camp Letter writing becomes your only means of communication to the outside world for three months. So I wrote letters. And other people wrote me letters. I’m not sure why, but I didn’t stop after boot camp. One night, maybe two or tree months after I had finished bootcamp, while sitting in my room, bored, I took out a notepad and began to write a letter to a friend. That friend responded and we continued the cycle, occasionally droping a note to a different friend.
I know this hardly seems practical. It’s not like I cut off all other forms of communication with my friends and family. In fact usually my friend and I would converse a number of times through e-mail, instant message, test message, phone conversations in between these letters. Though there did seem to be certain topics we would save just for the letters. There’s a different kind of feeling when recieving a hand written letter from a friend. It’s sort of sureal because it’s dated 3 or 4 days before hand. You get to see the familiar handwriting of a friend. (or in my case try to decipher what I have scribbled on the page) It’s very raw and not always as clean as clearly typed, well spaced, perfectly straight lines. It’s got character. One of my friends even drew me a diagram once, of a particularly humorous incident that had occured. Could all this have been conveyed through a keyboard and transmitted in seconds? Sure, I guess. The meaning would have been there. I would have understood it. But it would not have been the same. It wouldn’t have had the hesitation marks of a pen when someone is trying to organize their thoughts into words that can only be written so fast. It wouldn’t have had the scribbling out of misspelled words or changes of thought. It wouldn’t have had the eraser marks or the smudges of the pencil lead, or the shading or the color or the detail. It would have lacked the essential minut imperfections that we take one glance at and say “hey, this was created by another person.” A person who spent time and effort and thought, not pumped out by some machine.
The Devil is in the details. If the details didn’t matter we would not have half the things we do today. We wouldn’t have paintings or drawings today if we didn’t care to see the brushstrokes, the shading, the texturing and other things that let us know that this thing took another human being time and effort to create. We would just hang photographs on our walls. We wouldn’t read thousand page books or watch three hour long movies if we were content with just comprehending the main message or idea or plot of the story. We would just read a one page summary and move on.
I got a letter earlier this week from a friend and the first line he wrote was “Way to keep the dieing art of letter writing alive!!” I encourage you to partake in this dieing Art too. Sure postage keeps going up, but it doesn’t have to be that often, and it’s still cheaper than your internet bill.
