Life in the Fast Lane


Relearning The Art of Being a Person

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In a group chat with my girlfriends, one of them reminded us to make time to see each other. Recently, she had left to study and make a living abroad with her husband, and has been very open with the rest of us back here about how homesick she gets from time to time.

So simple, yet so profound.

Make time.

And it got me thinking: I do need to make even more of an effort to spend time with those I hold dear.

Because these six will always be my favorite TV cast.

Admittedly, I've gotten way too comfortable with social media; almost to the point wherein I've taken for granted the fact that real, personal connections > live feeds on a social media platform.

I've become quite lax by rationalizing that I'm actually "updated" in terms of what goes on in people's lives: I know so-and-so is pregnant again, this person got promoted, this person just came back from a trip, this person set a PR in his/her last race, this person is moving out.

And so on. And so forth.

But really, there is nothing quite like actual face-to-face conversations that paint not just the full picture of a person's life, but give you glimpses into the nuances, the nitty-gritties of each thought process, each emotion, each insight.

So why is it getting harder and harder to meet up with people these days?

I can always argue that there are many times when my introversion kicks in; I can get so tired of day-to-day life that on the rare occasions I'm not busy (if I'm not working long hours, I'm training, and even racing in out of town venues almost every other weekend), I just want to tune out and recharge my social batteries.

I can also always argue that I'm not the only one who is busy — everyone else is. And to a certain extent, this is also true. For some reason, most of my friends in the few social circles I keep also happen to be really preoccupied with certain things: new jobs, pregnancies, children, milestones, passions or pursuits. When a lunch or dinner doesn't push through, it's increasingly more "okay" to accept that we can easily postpone it to another time. And when there are weekends when everyone else is busy and doesn't initiate a meet-up, that means I don't necessarily have to, right?

Simply put, I've come to realize that there are times when I do take people for granted. Whether consciously, unconsciously, or even subconsciously.

This is so hard to admit, but perhaps, to a certain extent, it's because of pride; me wanting to be the one invited, the one sought after.

Perhaps it's also me being selfish; just wanting to rest, just wanting alone time, just thinking about myself.

But sometimes, I will need to remind myself to get off my high (or shy?) horse.

Sometimes, I will need to purposely log out from social media and look forward to actual, meaningful conversations.

Sometimes, I will need to find — no, carve out — time in the already limited hours or minutes that I have in order to create moments that will add to my rich treasure trove of memories.

After all, it's these moments — the sound of laughter, the tight bear hugs, the conversations over coffee, the realizations and even the unbearable punchlines, the linking of arms and everything in between — that one will carry with them the rest of their lives. Not a like on your post, nor a retweet.

Now how does one relearn the fine art of being a person?

(Thanks to this amazing friend of mine for this timely reminder. You know who you are, and you are wonderful. I'm so proud of you!)

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