A Thought on Time and Connection
We say we’re busy. Too busy to call, too busy to meet, too busy to reply. But I believe—when someone truly matters, we make time. Even in the smallest ways. A message. A voice note. A moment. Phones were meant to connect us. Yet now, they often separate us. Two people sitting together, both scrolling, Not speaking. Not seeing. Childhood friends knew us before the layers. Before the titles, the timelines, the responsibilities. They saw us grow. They saw us dream. And now, some drift away—not with anger, but with life. We say “I’ll meet you soon.” But when that friend finally says, “I’m here,” We reply, “Okay.” And that “Okay” carries a silence louder than words. Then years pass. We meet again. We smile, we ask the same questions— “What do you do now?” “How’s your husband?” “Where are you working?” And after a few days, the silence returns. Until the next cycle. Same questions. Same distance. It makes you wonder— Do they ask because they care? Or because it’s polite? Do we really ...