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Thu, 06 Feb 2025 Feature Article

Epistles of the Heart: Finding Love in a Fractured World - PART 3

Epistles of the Heart: Finding Love in a Fractured World - PART 3

Letter 2: To the Modern World
Dear Modern World,
You are a marvel—a force of progress and innovation, connecting us in ways our ancestors could never have imagined. You have made it possible to speak to someone across the world in seconds, to see their life unfold on a screen, and to have more potential partners than our grandparents ever dreamed of meeting. Love is now just a click away. And yet, despite all these advancements, something feels off.

In your relentless rush for speed and convenience, love has become a transaction. Swiping left or right has replaced the magic of meeting someone naturally. Emojis and short texts have taken the place of deep conversations. We are more connected than ever, yet true connection feels harder to find. Love, which once grew over time, is now expected to happen instantly—and when it doesn’t, we move on, searching for the next option.

Things have changed. Once upon a time, love was about patience. It was about handwritten letters, long walks, and slow courtship. People worked through problems instead of running at the first sign of discomfort. Today, love is fast, often shallow, and easily replaceable. If one relationship isn’t perfect, there’s always another person waiting online. The idea of “forever” is fading, replaced by temporary thrills and the fear of missing out on something better.

Social media has given us unrealistic expectations. We see perfect couples, romantic proposals, and picture-perfect vacations, making love seem effortless. But behind those screens, reality is often different. Relationships take work, commitment, and understanding—things that don’t always look good in an Instagram post. We compare our real love stories to these filtered highlights, expecting perfection, and when we don’t find it, we walk away.

We now have too many choices but not enough real connections. Our inboxes are full, but our hearts feel empty. The more options we have, the harder it becomes to choose. We keep looking, swiping, and searching, afraid of settling, afraid of missing out on something “better.” But in this endless search, we often fail to see what’s right in front of us.

And then there’s ghosting—the silent goodbye that has become normal. People disappear without a word, leaving behind confusion and unanswered questions. In the past, breakups required difficult conversations. Now, we simply stop replying, acting as if the other person never existed. It’s easier, but it’s also colder. We forget that behind every ignored message is a person with feelings, wondering why they weren’t worth a proper goodbye.

We chase validation more than love. A like, a match, a comment—it all gives us a quick sense of importance. But these digital moments are fleeting. They don’t bring real warmth, real commitment, or real comfort. They make us feel seen for a moment but leave us craving more, like a thirst that can never be truly satisfied. We say we want love, but too often, what we really seek is the reassurance that we are lovable.

And yet, despite all of this, I still believe in love. It may be harder to find, but it still exists. It’s in the quiet moments, in the people who choose to stay, in the ones who look beyond a screen and truly see us. It’s in the deep conversations that make time disappear, in the small, thoughtful gestures that don’t need to be posted online. Love hasn’t disappeared—it has just become harder to recognize in a world moving too fast.

I remember how many times I thought I had found “the one” online. She seemed perfect—beautiful, confident, full of life. We talked for weeks, shared dreams, laughed late into the night. But when we finally met, she had someone else waiting for her back home. I was just a distraction, a temporary escape from her reality. It hurt. It made me question whether love in this modern world is real or just an illusion we create to fill our loneliness.

Still, I hold onto hope. I believe that somewhere, beyond the noise and distractions, there are hearts that still seek something true. I believe that love can still be patient, real, and worth the effort.

So, Modern World, I ask this of you:
Give us space to slow down. Remind us that love is not an inconvenience or a distraction, but one of the most beautiful things life has to offer. Let us unplug, be present, and remember that love is not a quick exchange—it is something that takes time, effort, and care.

We have the power to change how love exists in this era. May we choose to cherish it before it becomes just another forgotten message in an overflowing inbox.

With hope for a slower, softer world,
A Wanderer Seeking Connection
#Puobabangna

Victor Raul Puobabangna Plance
Victor Raul Puobabangna Plance, © 2025

I am Victor Raul Puobabangna Plance, a development professional and storyteller from Eggu in Ghana’s Upper West Region. With experience in WASH, public health, emergency response, and community development, I’ve worked with organizations like Catholic Relief Services and World Vision Int. More I am Victor Raul Puobabangna Plance, a development professional, storyteller, and thinker from Eggu in the Upper West Region of Ghana. I carry with me the weight of real stories, the wisdom of a quiet upbringing, and a mission to use what I know to help others live with dignity, direction, and hope.

I have worked across public health, WASH, emergency response, and community development, partnering with organizations like Catholic Relief Services and World Vision International. I understand systems, but I do not get lost in them. I never forget the people behind the reports, the families behind the statistics, or the communities waiting to be seen and heard.

But I am not only a development worker. I am a writer. I write from the heart of where I come from. I write because some things are too true to be forgotten. I write about love and loss, silence and hope, absence and longing. From The Barber and the Boy Who Wouldn’t Smile to Family by Blood but Total Strangers in Reality, my stories reflect the pain we hide and the light we carry. I speak for the silent. I stand with the unseen.

My voice is raw, but it is real. I do not dress my words. I let them breathe. I do not rush for applause. I wait for impact. I believe in asking hard questions, even when the answers are slow or uncertain. I believe in doing good work even when no one is watching.

Whether I am mentoring a youth, writing for someone I may never meet, or simply walking the road less noticed, I carry a simple goal: to make meaning. To leave people better than I found them. To speak the truth in a world that often prefers silence.

This is not just what I do. This is who I am.
Column: Victor Raul Puobabangna Plance

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