In the past few weeks, I’ve had a number of people ask me why I want a phone with a physical keypad instead of just a regular touchscreen phone. Upon learning the reason why, one of them remarked, “do you write essays on your phone?”
“Something like that” was my answer. I’ve come to realise that I’m happiest writing. Take that away and I shrivel. I become less than who I can be. And I do a disservice to everyone around me. It’s time to go back to my roots. To being who I’m meant to be.
Is this limiting my potential as a human being? Perhaps. But does it make me happy? Deliriously so.