Deleting is easy, but do I want that?
Deleting is so easy, especially nowadays, one click can vanish the whole conversation you were having seconds ago, or pressing down on the delete for too long can bring the blank space in a matter of minutes, all the words you wrote spending hours can just disappear it’s so fast and momentary there’s no time to stop and think.
Of course most of the time, you can just press the redo key and the exact same words you deleted a second ago will come back in a flash again. But you feel like that’s not the same words as I wrote, something is different, even you know that it’s not handwriting, it’s exactly the same lettering from before.
The act of erasing everything easily can be said the same for other factors like messages and exchange of words among others on the internet. Everything is a fluctuation and it all goes down the drain pretty fast.
Sometimes, it feels good to let the moment sweep off it all and feel the speed and the breeze of reaction come over. But then again, I want to keep the words buried deep in the ground for when I disappear from this world someday and never come back. I want to look back at moments and have the details and the memories in another form other than just my memories already contaminated by the present.
When this is described in life, I think of the two, the majority and the minority. Momentary success and its existence is often too vivid and overwhelming that other details can be easily ignored. Then you start remembering only the big things and although you know there’s something more there, you don’t quite get what it was. All the small but important detail gets deleted, or I should say here, consumed, included into the vastness of the majority.
It’s like the society altogether. There are millions of small voices and feelings and so much more, but what we hear too much is only the big voices.
Deleting is easy, yes, and that’s not always a good thing either. Sometimes, things and memories hard to forget are worth having. You don’t have to let go because it’s better to move on, or that it’s unhealthy for whatever majority-societal reason. Ignore that. Don’t delete it so easily. Cherish the small messages and the notes you wrote back I don’t know ten years ago maybe? That wrapping from your Christmas presents, that message you could never send. Keep them. Don’t delete it.
It’s worth having.