The internet is a lie

Dear Adam,

The internet is a lie I’ve put up with as for as I can remember. I had never realized how cold it actually is.

These last 2 days have been so hard. There’s this emptiness I know is meant to be filled by the ones I love. 

What I’ve realized is that great bonds shall only be built with great efforts. And what a bigger sign of laziness than the internet? Even if you actually hear and see the people you on a screen, there’s the emptiness. Which made me realize that what is physical matters.

Writing an e-mail, chatting or messaging only involve typing. We can type as much as we want, we can send when we want that everything just got so convenient, but what warmth comes from that? A letter means: thinking about what you want to say, actually writing it, reading, rewriting, reviewing. And then finding an envelope, stamps and then posting it.

It’s a lot of work for those who send and such a great gesture for the ones that receive.

It’s also the opportunity to make the receiver feel you. Firstly, because it’s something handmade and secondly because it’s a chance to do your best. Perfume the letter, include a picture or a gift.

There are so many aspects and so much effort into writing and sending a letter that it should be impossible for the other not to feel the love, the tenderness. It’s like sending a part of yourself and no such thing can be done through the internet. 

We’ve been fooled into believing that we have a lot of people in our lives. None of it is true. Friends are not made through clicking on a request, love isn’t nurtured through a conference call.

There is us, and then who we love. And in between there is what you can do to make your life fuller, stronger, more lovely. But it takes effort.

This sounds so basic and yet it seems to be forgotten. Well, not by me. I’m still here. Pen, paper and I can give.

Love from your gato,

Leo