I don’t want to do breathing exercises anymore…

Before you dive into my poem, let me first share where the inspiration came from. No, it’s not from my everyday life :) but from a note I came across, written by Vera

The Existential Dread Diet

. A huge thank you to you for sparking the idea that led me to build on it. I genuinely love this platform, not just because it connects me with such talented writers, but because it serves as a wonderful reminder that inspiration can strike at any moment, from anywhere. It’s a beautiful thing how creativity can be ignited by the most unexpected sources.

I don’t want to do breathing exercises anymore,

counting seconds in the stillness of air.

I’m tired of mindfulness practices,

of searching for calm in the chaos,

of whispering affirmations

that feel like hollow echoes in a room too vast.

I’m weary of motivational quotes,

their polished truths sliding off my skin.

I want to play,

to run barefoot through untamed fields

and laugh until my lungs ache.

I want to lose myself in moments,

to twirl in the rain and taste the sky,

to climb trees and feel bark beneath my fingers,

to forget the weight of my name

and let life pull me into its reckless dance.

I want to feel alive,

not merely survive or cope.

To let my heart race wildly,

my hands reach for stars I cannot touch.

To sing off-key with abandon,

to dive into oceans I’ve never known.

I want to burn with the raw fire of being,

to taste the world with an unjaded tongue.

I don’t want to find balance;

I want to lose it,

and fall headfirst

into the beauty of simply being.