Letter to a Long-Neglected Friend
My dearest friend,
I must apologize for this inordinate delay in responding to you, though I have been well aware that youíve tried to reach out.
But honestly, I simply havenít had the time.
I need not tell you how crazy-busy my typical day is. From the 6 oíclock wake-up alarm until close to midnight, all I do is attend to things. Too many to count. Most of them, I do like an automaton. Chores that I donít need to tell you about. So mundane, but so necessary for life to go on.
Work, and the business of making a living, have always taken prime place in my life, because thatís simply how it is. Or has been.
Today, however, I am compelled to reach out to you, because I am contemplating a change. Not so much by choice, but because of my changed circumstances.
All these months and years of running too fast have finally caught up with me, and I can see how compromised a person I have becomeóphysically, mentally and emotionally. I run after material possessions to be able to lead a comfortable, cozy life. But all that running has only robbed me of comfort. I toss and turn in bed. I yell at those I love. I find it hard to relax even during a movie or a spa treatment … in fact, I can’t remember the last time I went for either one.
I donít blame you for shaking me up in so brutal a way. Sometimes, one almost needs a jolt like this. I cannot remember much of what happened. Only that I felt the ground fly up and hit me in the head. Then it all went black … and when I awoke, my forehead had this bandage around it.
I have been told not to move out of bed for a whole week. Exhaustion, says the doctor. You saw to it, did you not, that I renew my commitments to the most important person in my life: you.
I promise, henceforth, not to neglect or ignore you. I will listen to your small, unspoken requests. I will stop to read the little signals you keep sending me in your gentle, unobtrusive way. You have never asked for much–just a few minutes of time from the 17 hours I spend on other things and people.
But it is never too late, is it?
I have the answer from you … in the mirror. The smile I see reflected there lifts my heart and makes me believe that I can make it better.