There's just something so charming and beautiful about another person's handwriting, no matter how messy it is. It's just you look at it, at how it's a way to identify them. Or how what they write could be as meaningless as a math problem on their homework, or completely meaningful as a poem or a love letter. It could just simply be a grocery list, a note to remind themselves to return a book, or even two letters separated by an addition sign with a heart drawn around it. It could be some graffiti scrawled on the side of a building, worn out from age. It doesn't matter what form writing takes on. Someone was there in the past, and at some point they felt it necessary to write down. Have you ever thought about what it would be like if in the past people didn't write things down? History lives in the things people wrote long ago. Like the Egyptian hieroglyphs. Or the restored books that monks worked on for their lifetimes. All of it, just overwhelms me. This is why I can't help but admire another person's handwriting. But it's not just imagining what some person was doing in the past that makes me awed, it's also watching someone writing. Watching someone simply scribble something down or neatly write an entire paragraph to pages. Doesn't matter. The reason, the time, the form, the style, the amount- it's amazing to me.