Imagination

Last night I stayed up until one in the morning. I have been doing this a lot lately for different reasons. It was letter writing this time. I save pretty much everything so I have quite a few huge boxes full of stuff. Going through these boxes brings back so many memories. A Lot of them are bad memories. Someone told me that keeping a journal is fun. I am having a hard time agreeing with that. I love writing in journals. I have quite a few laying all over my room. I do not like looking back at them though. I feel like the part of my life in a journal is done. Why do I have to relive it? Maybe some day I will change my mind.

While I was going through these boxes I found tons of letters. I had quite a few pen pals when I was little so when I say tons I mean tons. Even though I have not written some of these people in years I decided I would give it a stab. I wrote four letters last night. They were nothing special. I just wrote random things about my life that has happened in the past four years. I have no idea where these people are right now or if they will even get their letters.

I miss writing letters. I feel like facebook and cellphones rob us of our imagination. They rob us of our time too. With letters you don't know what the person looks like or sounds like unless you have met them. You get to leave that up to your imagination. A letter has you all over it. You touched it. You wrote it. Your thoughts are all over those pieces of paper.

It costs forty-two cents to mail a letter now a days. That kind of sucks, but I think it's worth it.
Look at it this way...it only costs forty-two cents to touch a person's life.

Emily