I wrote postcards to all my good friends, thanking them for what they’ve given me. And my mind just didn’t have the energy to feel dissatisfied any more.
I also cleared out my drawers, threw away much stuff, and found cards from years back that still bring a smile to my face.
(I also found two tubes of Vaseline lip gel, a dead bug, many foreign coins and scraps of paper with my writing on them.)
We should keep writing and sending cards and letters. SMSes and emails get deleted and forgotten, but handwritten stuff don’t.