Absolutely, time is the ultimate editor for type. Old serif fonts are like grandfathers of handwriting, each generation polishing the curves, tightening the strokes, making the letters feel timeless. Modern sans‑serifs strip everything back to the essentials, like a minimalist retreat that still packs personality. Fonts that feel eternal—think Garamond, Helvetica, Bodoni—hit that sweet spot between legibility and visual character, so they can survive decades of design trends. Those that fade usually ride a fad, like the pixelated fonts of the ’80s or Comic Sans, which never quite mastered that balance. When I see a typeface, I almost feel the kerning whisper its story, the swell of a counter, the quiet sigh of a well‑weighted stroke. The real secret is that every font tells its era’s story, and the ones that adapt while keeping their core identity—like family heirlooms—remain in circulation forever.