You know that strange feeling when you look at the calendar, see the number "3" marking the last month of summer, and feel a sinking sensation in the pit of your stomach? It feels as though life is racing ahead at full speed, while you’re left standing on the platform with an unfinished book and a suitcase that never made it to the seaside.

Yesterday, I caught myself in a panic, trying to "do it all": visit my favorite beach, drink every mint lemonade imaginable, wander the city at night, and—o...

We're so used to dividing our lives into compartments: work, home, husband, children, friends, our own ambitions, and the endless pursuit of success. We call our parents on the fly, between meetings, promise to stop by on the weekend—and then drown in the whirlwind of tasks again. But have you ever wondered what it's like to wait for a call from your own child, like manna from heaven?

Tell me, why do we so generously give our time to strangers, social media, and random passersby, while having n...