For reasons I can’t tell myself, I don’t like how things turned out to be.
Yes, I was born at a time where taking one photo was like materializing a moment, and heartfelt messages were always on paper. However, I grew up at a time where these little things which used to be treasured started to be taken for granted.
I’m not saying that technology and how everything nowadays made simpler is not helping me (because it is, actually), but what I hate is how people totally ignored the reason why things were done and proceed on just doing it.
Take for instance, photos. Some years ago, taking one photo was worth so much because bright minds probably haven’t figured out other ways to materialize it aside from film. This was the time when real photographers swarmed the grassy grounds of parks and playgrounds everywhere, hoping that a family or two would much avail of their services, that is, taking a photo. If I’m not mistaken, one photo at that time costs 50 php, including the so called “developing” of the film. They’d have to wait for the photographer to come back with the photo, and there, everyone would try to fit their heads just to see that piece of Kodak paper with their smiles embedded on it. At that time, one photo seems like a record of a single moment where everyone’s memories and emotions will never be forgotten.
Same goes with how people used to communicate back then. Since there were no cellphones yet, (or if there were, the really bulky ones not meant to be taken out of the house) sending a message to somebody isn’t all that easy and convenient. Letters and telegrams (or telegraphs, I am not aware which one) were the major ways to relay messages. Personally speaking, I’ve always loved how letters contained so much more than just a message. Inside that sullen envelope lies one’s thoughts, or opinions, feelings, and most importantly, the intersection of all these, the message. Just what happens before it lands on your hands- the handwritten message, the way the paper is folded and stuck inside the envelope, the manner of having to walk to the post to drop it by, the stamping, and of course, the amount of time it’ll take before it reaches the receiver- are for me, golden moments. I might be exaggerating here, but I know for a fact that something made with time and effort is in some ways, incomparable. The eagerness of both the sender and the receiver to get each other’s replies is something that you’d rarely stumble upon at this time. Another is the telegram/telegraph, where, with the little knowledge I have, is probably shortened form of an urgent message where one letter corresponds to a certain amount. If compared to text messages nowadays, they are similar in form, but in purpose? I guess not. Every letter in a message is similar to a decision, and has a consequence.
Even the palate discourse has taken its toll on our continuous search for practicality. Everything instant has ceased to exist back then. Everything was made purely out of effort, time, and of course, love. One would cook with the essential ingredients, not sacrificing time nor taste, and thus create something irresistible to the optical, olfactory and gustatory senses. (definitely inappropriate adjectives) Either way, the appeal of these digestive diamonds has started to vanish.
Who could resist the smell of books? Well, there may be some people who could, but shifting back into my point, books are also things we have taken for granted. We might have lost our innate connection to ink and paper, and I might not be wrong. Just how do you think our fathers, mothers and even our grandparents finished their degrees without Wikipedia? There was no magic, or any sorcery involved. It was their, once again, effort to flip the pages of a book and learn. It was when knowledge was contained and hidden through numbers known as pages, ink taking the form of letters, and the consolidation of the two, known as books.
And finally, the sole reason why the rabbit has turned into a hare, the internet. There are so much more things that we used to do without the interference of the online world, and I repeat, I am not implying that this is of no help since I also benefit from it. It’s just that, when people grew smarter and started to create things it could be that they never really considered these things as reasons to neglect the less easy way of doing such tasks. After all, us humans, are the reason why the heart was lost even in the process of loving. I believe “abuse” is the key word. Even this single act of typing my thoughts instead of putting it on paper is a violation of my principle.
Had we not smiled imperviously with the hope of having to smile again for another take, had we not simply heat something up with the sole intention of vanishing hunger, had we not sent a message out of mere boredom, had we meant what we said with the belief that taking our words back is nevertheless useless, had we not relied on the easy way of doing things, I would never have thought of how we now lack the things we only needed to live back then- the effort, reason, and love of doing it, and the inner satisfaction brought about by these.#