What if I let Myself Want More?

I think I’ve always been a little scared of wanting things. Not just little things, but the kind of wanting that lives in your chest and pulses when you're alone with your thoughts. Like what if I let myself really want something and it slips through my fingers? Or worse, I get it and everything shifts in a way I wasn’t ready for? So for a long time, I’ve been kind of good at pretending I don’t really want much. Like, “I’m fine, totally chill, fully contented here" But lately? There’s this soft little drumbeat inside me. A whisper that says, “Hey, what if we just admit it? That we want more. That we’re allowed to.” More connection. More meaning. More of the kind of love that makes your insides glow. It’s terrifying. But also kind of electric. And even though it makes settling for less feel itchy and impossible now, it also makes everything feel more alive.

• Desire