A very dear friend complained that i was "interminably busy" these days; referring to the lack of time i've had to do anything but work, eat, sleep, blog and pray that the juggling act will come to an end soon.
Surely, there must be some time in there for friends? The honest answer is that there is, but i've been negligent in ensuring the proper use of that time. How hard is it to switch on my Yahoo! Messenger at nights so that i can be reached for a quick chat? Not very hard at all. How hard can it be to send a short email saying that i'm ok, and asking about their health. Not hard either. How hard can it be to make a simple phone call, to talk, to stay in touch? Truly, its not as difficult as it feels it is.
That's the problem: things only ever feel difficult when we don't do them and know that we should. I'm sorry.
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