I have a friend.
He is well-loved by many.
Busy people love him a lot, and they try their best to meet him as many times as possible each day.
He is honored by them, and is highly-esteemed by the ‘productivity’ people, some even worship him.
My friends love him, I love him too. Every other kid in town loves him.
He does not speak, has no emotions, no feelings, no affections, but we love him.
And I’m sure you do, too.
He is there in most of our relationships, even in our own family.
We turn to him when we are feeling lazy.
He is there whenever we need him. In fact, he is so present that it takes more effort not to have him around.
But he does not know what Love is. Love is not his friend. And true Love does not need him.
His name is Convenience.