Love and Hurry

Do you think love and hurry could be fundamentally incompatible? Think about this: Love takes time, but hurried people have too little of it [time]. 

The most obvious sign I’m too hurried is a diminished capacity to love. Ever struggle with this? You come home after a long, hurried day, only to be frustrated and short with those whom need your love and time the most.

I wonder sometimes, are we so over-commited and so entirely over-extended with our time,  that hurry is what might lie just beneath much of our frustration. Could we be too tired, too busy, too drained, too pre-occupied, too hurried, to love the people we love the most in the right way? I think, so. What say you?