SunnySideDown

Hi.

I like reading old postcards. Some make me laugh, some bring me to tears but ultimately, all of them remind me that the people who wrote them have fallen in love, been on an adventure, gotten their hearts broken and have broken the hearts others. That between the ink strains, stickers and stamps are stories and people who those stories belong to. The only time our paths have ever intersected are the postcards they have written to me. And the only time our path -yours and mine- will intersect is this postcard you are writing to me. Remember that postcard you write to me will be the only proof to me that you are a person capable of thought and action, of experiencing emotions. It is the sole testament of your life to me. When I'm old, I will read the cards you have send me and smile thinking about the life you lived.

My only condition is make your card heartfelt and sincere. Everything your life will mean to me must be needn't be confined to a few square inches.Write to me like you would to an old friend. Tell me about your day, your spouse, your child, your friend or your coworker. Tell me about you. Your secret quirk you are afraid people will judge you for, your hidden affair that makes you feel guilty but also alive or your deepest desire you thought you would take to your grave.

We are our most genuine self to strangers, those we meet across the street, on the subway or through written words that travel a thousand miles.