What did we do to express ourselves? To feel as if we are connected to one another in some way? To feel as if we might be heard?
Lately, I’m considering my digital footprint. I want to write. I want to share my thoughts/feelings and stories, but I always question my motive. Who the heck cares about what I have to say anyway? Why do I choose to write on an informal/antisocial platform like this blog? How much is too much to share anyway?
With so much twittering, facebooking and blogging going on, I have started to become nostalgic for the good ol’ pen and paper, an envelope with an interesting stamp and the deciphering of the writer’s mood by the changing slants or loops of his/her handwriting as s/he tells a story and “catches” me up on his/her life. Now, most people wouldn’t even consider taking the time to write a lengthy and expressive letter as most barely make time for even a brief and informative email. Instead, we feel we must catch up others on our lives within 50 letters or less, in short third-person phrases or witty sayings. This is the way of the future, I suppose. But, age, senility or just a desire for more simplicity makes me reminisce on feeling excitement in finding a letter in my mailbox and hearing news of friends far away.
What’s my point? None, really. I continue to blog. I will continue to write in the various forms and platforms on which I can share my stories and thoughts. Most likely, I will continue to send snail-mail to a handful of people who still love the old-fashion ways, but sadly I imagine my digital footprint will continue to grow.
