I almost punched a classmate once, over a pen.
My teacher stopped me.
He pointed to the board:
"The pen is mightier than the sword."
He asked: "See the space between the two words ‘pen’ and 'is’? Without it, what would be the meaning?"
I was just ten. Years later, I understood:
Space matters.
We don't write much, anymore.
We type. We tap. We post.
Handwriting once forced space between thoughts and words.
Ink slowed us down long enough to shape what we actually meant.
Now everything runs together.
We no longer write to think.
We type to respond.
I don't own a pen anymore.
Not because I lost it.
Because I stopped needing one.
A doctor friend once told me:
Children who write by hand score higher on comprehension tests, because they slow down to think what they are writing.
Yes, the pen thinks.
The keyboard reacts.
Somewhere in between we lost the space that made meaning possible.
I explore these quiet shifts on Instagram.
Catch me👉 @myteega
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