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Cairo life can be busy. And ‘busy’ is putting it very nicely. Every single day is packed with places to be and obligations to fulfil, its almost impossible to catch a break. But within this continuous state of preoccupation, the personal aspect is often forgotten. When I’m always at places out of commitment, spending actual quality, soul-edifying, inner-warmth-gratifying time with people I love becomes a rarity. And no one is to blame. We’re all busy.
A few days ago I picked up the phone and insisted on seeing a couple of very dear friends to my heart. We had dinner and wine, and caught each other up on our lives and progresses. But mid-conversation, I stopped us and tried to remember when the last time we’d seen each other was.
One. Full. Year.
Last time all three of us had hung out, I was a drastically different person! We all were. And where had time gone? Down the drain and into the machinery of the to-do list. Life is way too short.
I want to make more time and invest bigger efforts into sharpening and shaping the people I love. I want to intentionally make myself more available and ready to be sharpened and shaped in return. I don’t want to be too busy for the people I love. The to-do list can wait.
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