In an era where a single button generates perfect images,
where AI translates languages instantly,
where we copy and paste without hought—
we've lost the weight of each letter.
Writing left-handed forces me to be deliberate.
Like learning to write for the first time,
Stroke by stroke,
sometimes holding my breath
"This is an R." "This is an S."
AI tools have value.But in a world flooded with effortless perfection,
hand-drawn letters—crafted one stroke at a time—
carry a different kind of meaning.
Not for legibility.
Not for beauty.
Yet I love these letters,
each one drawn with my left hand,
each one filled with intention.