Some times in life, through what ever reasons, it is necessary to put certain things in to a box. Some times is shoes, some times it's a way of creating closure and some times it's the safest, securest place for our most precious memories. The beauty of these boxes is that they keep things that are precious to us safe. They keep our Manohlas safe from boyfriends, pets and little sticky hands, they hold things together to help us heal from pain and they neatly keep our past memories in order until we want to reach up to that shelf and take a sneaky peak at our past in pictures and notes. But as we hurtle through the twenty first century, an era of massive technological evolution has the love letter become as extinct as the Do-do?
In years to come will we all have memory boxes filled with old Nokia brick style phones containing text messages from boyfriends past instead of hand written love letters or notes? Will we have memory sticks filled with emails from previous lovers instead of old cinema tickets and face book wall posts instead of flowers dried between pages of a book?
In an age where the height of commitment is defined by your relationship status on face book and we can tweet the object of desire from any where in the world, we have to ask, is romance dead? Has modern technology stomped its way down the information super high way killing romance and all its sweet notions as it went? Do men send real flowers any more or just virtual ones on a Twitter hash tag? How many of us have opened love letters, on real paper, scribbled writing showing the tumbling of emotions the sender is feeling versus how many of us have skipped a heart beat when we saw a face book notification telling us our beloved has written on ‘our wall’, in cold type text, emotionless and so public. Or even worse, they attach an emoticon, surely no one is that happy or super smiley to be pouring their heart out on face book?! A love letter is a private thing, only ever destined to be between two people, a wall post on face book, however, declares your love to the object of your desire and all of your 400 friends including your mum and your boss. Nice. There is something warming and comforting about feeling the paper in your hand, knowing the person you love and miss has also touched the same piece of paper. It’s hardly the same when your sharing the information super high with a million other people who you have never met. Is romance gone or are we expecting too much in the fast moving pace of the 21st century?
In years to come will we all have memory boxes filled with old Nokia brick style phones containing text messages from boyfriends past instead of hand written love letters or notes? Will we have memory sticks filled with emails from previous lovers instead of old cinema tickets and face book wall posts instead of flowers dried between pages of a book?
In an age where the height of commitment is defined by your relationship status on face book and we can tweet the object of desire from any where in the world, we have to ask, is romance dead? Has modern technology stomped its way down the information super high way killing romance and all its sweet notions as it went? Do men send real flowers any more or just virtual ones on a Twitter hash tag? How many of us have opened love letters, on real paper, scribbled writing showing the tumbling of emotions the sender is feeling versus how many of us have skipped a heart beat when we saw a face book notification telling us our beloved has written on ‘our wall’, in cold type text, emotionless and so public. Or even worse, they attach an emoticon, surely no one is that happy or super smiley to be pouring their heart out on face book?! A love letter is a private thing, only ever destined to be between two people, a wall post on face book, however, declares your love to the object of your desire and all of your 400 friends including your mum and your boss. Nice. There is something warming and comforting about feeling the paper in your hand, knowing the person you love and miss has also touched the same piece of paper. It’s hardly the same when your sharing the information super high with a million other people who you have never met. Is romance gone or are we expecting too much in the fast moving pace of the 21st century?
Maybe there will be no White knight on a shiny stead, no big white dress or happy ever after with roses around the door, at least not in the traditional sense. Maybe we need to catch up with the technological era and realise we live in a world where those ideals have changed. Did we get sick of waiting for Price Charming to jump upon his noble stead and put the letter in the post? Was it quicker and easier to jump in our own car and simply tweet him? Could it be our true happy ending isn’t with prince charming and his romantic advances, but with ourselves? And maybe an iPhone complete with Twitter and Face book apps to keep in touch. How many of us have chatted to friends about what birthday presents our other halves have bought us only to admit to each other we now have four new tyres we didn’t want, an in car phone charger we didn’t need and an oh so thoughtful year’s subscription to the AA. I think we would all agree to bring back the flowers and chocolates, but then would we just moan they would make us fat?!
So whatever is in our boxes, be it letters or old phones we should try to take all our boxes and stack them sky ward. Piling them high towards our future dreams, remembering that it was because of these memories and past experiences we have boxes to stand on to build the future we want.*
*White knights and fairy tales are totally optional...............
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