I’ve been reading things I wrote in my notebook over the past few months.
What surprised me wasn’t the improvement in my writing, but the difference in my handwriting on each page.
Sometimes it’s neat, sometimes ugly. Sometimes slanted, sometimes straight. Some days cursive, some days not. Consistency and stability are not things I can relate to in my handwriting.
I’ve heard people say handwriting defines a person – that good handwriting is a sign of a good person. I don’t think there’s any scientific backing for that. Handwriting shouldn’t be treated as morality. There are far more important things to look at when judging a person.
I don’t know about morals, but in my case, the lack of consistency in my handwriting mirrors my life.
I’ve made sudden and drastic changes to my handwriting – sometimes deliberately, sometimes without noticing. Influenced by my own convictions, by advice from others, and by social pressure. I’ve made changes to my life in the same way.
Right now, I’m in a phase where I’m seeking consistency and stability. I’m curious to see whether my handwriting will follow.
What does feel clear is this: there’s no point in improving handwriting to become a good person. Try to be a good person first. If the handwriting improves, take it as a bonus. If not, at least something more important did.