I recently discovered a fascinating app called “SLOWLY.” Imitating the old-timey penpal tradition, it lets you communicate anyone from around the world —which matches your interests, or if you want to be more traditional, an option for “random match” would be as fascinating. As its name might suggest, it sends your letter SLOWLY, depends on how far your penpal is. This particular feature is indeed revolutionary in the modern communicating world. Not saying that the technological advancement that gives us convenience in the first place is a bad idea. The point is, we get to experience an amazing activity, enrooting patience and deep thoughts, that could have been lost in our world.
I’ve had a great experience especially that one time I had an amazing penpal called “m i d e l o.” Her real first name is Marybel, but the rest of her name remains a mystery as I lost contact with her.
I will be extracting the parts, of a certain topic that I enjoyed most. This is when we talked about our future jobs — and whether we should settle for big or not.
“…𝖕𝖊𝖔𝖕𝖑𝖊 𝖆𝖙 𝖒𝖞 𝖆𝖌𝖊 are super famous like Charli de Amelio and Millie Bobby Brown. It does discourage me sometimes. I know that everyone doesn’t have the same timeframe but I can’t help but become jealous of what they have achieved.”
“𝕴 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖊𝖓𝖛𝖎𝖔𝖚𝖘 of young celebrities, too. But I scratched that off. I realized I didn’t really want to be famous. I am just allured by their lifestyle. But overall, it can be exhausting. That to say, I want a simple one yet happy at times, a decent job where I may or may not be earning big as long as it would not rob me of quality time, and would definitely not slither my sanity away. I would be delighted of a job that I will be passionate of, or satisfied.
I’m always meditating at the thought of a deplorable future when I am prisoned to a livelihood I will not be motivated with in each day. The prospect of disappointment in not achieving my dreams had me to the lower grounds of wishing. That is why I am keeping my hopes low and practice satisfaction of the less. I must credit the book I read that inspired of this quite unconventional mentality, “The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck.” I may have not finished it yet but I am so influenced of new raveling ideas, overflowing even yet at the first pages of the book. I am slowly applying it to my life, and I’m glad of it.”
“𝕴’𝖒 𝖉𝖊𝖋𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖙𝖊𝖑𝖞 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖘𝖚𝖗𝖊 what I want: whether to lead a recognised life or vice versa. I think I was greatly influenced by the fact that I will be easily be considered a “successful” person when a huge number of people know me. The thought of being forgotten once my soul leaves this world is devastating as I really have big dreams. I kind of want middle ground you know? To be recognised but not to the point I will be Beyonce. It’s like the way we still remember Isaac Newton. After numerous decades, they still remember what he contributed to mankind and is being respected for that. I keep my hopes low too but I can’t shake off the fact that I want to make a nark on this world so I won’t be forgotten. Maybe it will happen, maybe it will not. At least I tried right? That’s all that matters to me.”
“𝕿𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖉𝖎𝖈𝖙𝖘 𝖙𝖔 Charles Bukowski’s reflection though, just on his epitaph, transcripted on his tomb — “Don’t try.” He’s surprisingly a remembered writer.
“Surprisingly” because he isn’t particularly someone we would assume to be successful, because you guessed it, he didn’t try. All he cared about was what to eat today and tomorrow. But he sure was open to opportunities — making every move that there is, while not “trying.” I suppose when he said “Don’t try,” it doesn’t really mean that you should be lazy and completely never do anything. He’s trying to eliminate the idea that we have to gain a certain something.
There’s nothing wrong with trying but the constant pressure to have something big on your life is. Because often when you can’t reach the crest of the vision for yourself, you’ll end up disappointed and find that life has no meaning. When in fact life has no meaning, in the first place. It’s a matter of perspective.
The way I explained it, it’s pretty entangled, I apologize. But here’s the point. Say Isaac Newton have made it through history, but did that really merit him happiness? He’s all dust and bones now and no matter how well we appreciate his legacy, he could never feel the satisfaction of knowing so because that just don’t matter for a dead man like him. You might have built meaning in your life but death comes in and changes everything.
That to say, you should enjoy what you have now, every bit of it. No matter how great the fingerprint you’ve left in this world, this gift we call life gives you something even greater but it rather comes in little details. This “great thing” is called “love.” Sounds cheesy but hear me out.
The love for your family, your friends, your people, or if you’re religious, your God.
The love for little things like the smell of mother’s cooking each morning, the fragrance of something that brings you back to a memory, smiles of those you love, hanging out with friends, binge-watching your favorite shows or rereading a favorite book.
The warm feeling of an idle summer’s day, the cold breeze of the beach at night, a sunset, a sunrise, a hug, fluffy clouds on a mountain, cozy blankets, the moon and the stars, a sunset, rainy days, Christmas eve, a walk at a park, and more sunsets, so on. Indulging to these seems unproductive but you’ll find it’s what matters most in life. Loving is living.
But I’m not saying that to narrow your path or stop you from dreaming big. Go on with that but take it slowly from time to time, so you shall never ignore the little flowers along the way. To sum it up: Dream big, pleased with less. Until then, I am proud of you.”
Long story short, I really enjoyed our letters. Beyond what I’ve written here, we discussed hobbies or things we enjoy. I wished I asked for her social media accounts yet I may not have, I will cherish the friendship we’ve created though it was of short span. Wherever she may be, I hope the best in life for her.