I have no life, but I affect the lives of others. I travel thousands of miles, across countries and continents, carrying a message. I have given people news of hope, happiness, well-being and grief as well. At times of war, I give families the news that the one who earns their everyday bread is no more. And at other times I give the news of employment to some.
Once I was the messenger of death to an otherwise happy family carrying the message that a son was no more, I was torn to pieces and treated as an ill entity. One other time, I was the first letter to be exchanged between two lovers and was carefully fit into a frame to be looked at forever. And another day I gave the news that a loved one staying far away was to give birth and to add another family member.
I have carried along history with me, people know of the old times and learn things which otherwise would have never reached them. I inspire men to carry their movement against the wrongdoings ahead, when the leader himself is left with nothing but only words to say.
You see, I have not always been loved and hated, but I have been important. Some people await me so that I tell the happenings on the other side, while others don’t expect and wish to see me at all. I despise the mere existence of myself sometimes, and sometimes I believe my being has a really noble cause behind it. But lately I have been replaced by other forms of communication; they call it the electronic mail. Yet, I still exist, and have for centuries now. I am…a letter.
