Everyone needs an outlet for expressive communication

I’m in a Cafe Nero in Warsaw, and an alien object catches my eye.

A strange, shiny cuboid on the other table.

Pearly grey sheen.

Its owner, a student, is eating vanilla cake.

Some gadget I’d never seen before.

It’s like a Gameboy got cut in half before being force-fed digital calories for a month.

At that moment, I’m one of those boomers, out of touch with what the cool kids are using.

Then, she opens the gadget like a clam and proceeds to text someone on it.

Communication.

The tools are changing rapidly.

The way we interact with other humans is evolving at a daily rate.

But the fundamentals remain.

We suffer when we don’t express ourselves regularly to other living, breathing humans.

So, as I type this, I am reinvigorated. I don’t care if I’m not up to date with the latest shiny thing.

I care that I have the opportunity to continually express my ideas like this — to you.

It breathes life into me every day that I do this.