The other day, I did something out of the norm. Quite frankly, everyone used to do it, and now it’s almost taboo; a lost art. The funny thing is that it wasn’t that long ago where we were all picking up the phone – and we were looking forward to it. We would stay up all night and chat with our girlfriends…or maybe that cute boy from class.
Hours upon hours.
Day after day.
And then it stopped. Not all at once, of course.
Phone calls led to instant messages, which turned into texting. Texting turned into miscommunications and ghosting. But that’s another topic in and of itself.
A simple phone call still means so much. A chat with my mom as I leave the office has become a daily routine, one in which we both enjoy. An occasional call to a friend to catch up brings complete joy to my day…even when it’s over a topic that isn’t the easiest.
The other day I just knew. Because sometimes you just know when your best friend needs you. Words won’t come out expressing this, but you know a simple phone call means so much. That lost art suddenly becomes a tiny string that connects two voices from very far away, just when they are needed most. Even if words are difficult to grasp.
These special moments make me remember that we shouldn’t stop calling people just to say hello. We need to make time, spread love, and cry in between laughing. Share memories and tell stories. Open hearts through words. Even when there isn’t anything left to say.