The Art of Letter- Writing

Last December, one of my goals is to send greeting cards to some of my relatives and friends all over the world.  And I’m very grateful to have accomplished it.  As far as I can remember, it was my first time to send out cards.  In today’s world, everything now is almost done in an instant.  This is why some slow processes such as snail mail are being ignored.  With all the advancing technology with regards to communication, you may ask yourself why bother to send one?  You can send your greetings ‘virtually‘- ecards through Email, sticker via Viber, message using WhatsApp, wall post thru FB or simply by SMS message.  Yeah, why bother?


I have nothing against these ways; these are thoughtful already.   And I believe, everything done with love and sincerity is more than enough.  But this holiday season magnifies people’s emotion.  Weird, isn’t it?  Everyone is willing to go beyond the usual, showing EXTRA- care, thoughtfulness and love.  “EXTRA” I guess this word really hit me.  And that’s what I did, exerted EXTRA-effort to make someone feel EXTRA-special. I had fun in my writing experience- from buying cards, thinking of words to write, to sending it in the postal office.


First, choosing cards to use.  l always love being in a bookstore but this was my first time to be in card section. Although it took me a while deciding what to pick, I enjoyed it and ended up buying variety of cards – small and big cards, Filipino and English greetings, singing cards.  And it’s amazing, how just by reading the cards’ note made you think of a certain person immediately.



Second, composing and scribbling thoughts.  Aside from the usual holiday greeting, I made sure that I wrote something special- added a ‘personal touch‘.  I tried remembering experience we shared, reminiscing memories we had and names used to call each other, thinking of cheers or tease- everything I can think of that person, I wrote it down.  But sometimes, I got too excited, wrote so many things and messed-up my hand writing.   This was the struggle.  My friends know how BEAUTIFUL my handwriting is, that even myself can’t understand it sometimes.  I laugh at the thought of giving my friends a hard time deciphering.  For them, I pray.  ‘Blessed are those who understand my handwriting.’

Postal Office Stamp at Alabang, Muntinlupa City
Stamp at Municipal Hall of Muntinlupa

Last, sending out cards. The first time I went to post office near our house, I was so excited.  So excited, I got no idea where to put the addresses at the card.  Most of the cards, I decided not to put my address.  I don’t like the idea that, just maybe, they will feel pressure on sending me one in return.  It’s not that I don’t want to receive one, if they ask mine, I give it.  But for me, the letters I wrote are unconditional.  Knowing they had it is enough.  For getting addresses, there were some I asked directly for I have no other options and there were others I addressed to their offices.

“To send a letter is a good way to go somewhere without moving anything but your heart.” -Phyllis Theroux

Personal letters are like time capsules; thoughts and emotions frozen in a piece of paper.  Letters may be kept and re-read.  And memories once forgotten can excitingly come back.  I love the idea that my handwritten letters have traveled all over the world and have arrived at places I’ve never been to.   The experience started at the thought of ‘trying something new’ but it was more than that.  I genuinely want people to feel happy, but I think it was me who felt even happier, a deep and wonderful feeling.  And I hope that the 57 letters I sent somehow brought smile to their faces; I hope that people today and younger generations be reminded of how magical the feeling is when writing and receiving a letter.  Snail mail or not, may the Art of Letter- Writing be never forgotten.


P.S. If you want to receive a letter, send me your address. My pleasure to write one for you. 😉




What will you be 10 years from now?

I was cleaning my room when I saw this paper along with other memorable items that I’ve been keeping for years.  I’m not sure when I made this exactly but the date together with the score given by my teacher was 29th of July 2005, a day before i turned 15.  It was a normal high school assignment made by clueless 14 year old me, “What will you be 10 years from now?

10 yrs. from now, if God will permit, I’m already a successful and well known BUSINESSWOMAN.  When that day comes, I will be very rich and I can buy the things I want and help my family.

Way back then, I’m sure that “I’m NOT sure of what I want to become“.  Unlike any other teenagers who already see themselves with a career path or profession to pursue, I still assessed myself of what I wanted to be, what did I want to become?  But things happen for a reason and it’s amazing how things unfold; and let me use the quote of Tyrese Gibson.

“God will never give you something somebody else is supposed to have.”

What you have right now is really for you.  All meant for you.  Your family, your friends, your relationships, your profession, your problems, your struggles, your accomplishments, everything- all designed for you.  And all you have to do is learn and eventually master “The Art of Appreciation“.

So to my younger self, here’s what you/we become 10 years after.

Now, I’m 25 years old; I’m an Auditor far from ‘Businesswoman’ and obviously, ‘not well known’;  Though, I can finance the ‘needs’ and some ‘wants’ once in a while,  I can’t say I’m ‘very rich’ and can buy ALL the things I want;  And Yes, in every way I can, I’m helping my family.

Lastly, I don’t know if I can consider myself “successful“, for the word has a lot of meaning and the word entails a different interpretation relative to the speaker.  If it means, having a grateful heart, being contented of what one’s have and yet still knows that dreams and goals are still to be pursued (a paradox, isn’t it?)- as we know that God wants us to be the best we can be, then consider me as one.

What makes this more interesting is that exactly 10 years after, 29th of July 2015, I was having the best day of my life.  I was skydiving.  What are the chances?


I guess it would be more exciting if I write again what I envision myself 10 years from now.