i need to stop being addicted to scripts.
to characters i shaped like puppets,
moving only when i needed comfort
or meaning
or someone to understand.
they were never really them,
just parts of me dressed up as someone else.
a conversation here, a smile there —
then i’d fill in the rest
with silence and fantasy.
i’ve lived too long in stories.
ones where i knew every twist
because i wrote them myself.
but life doesn’t follow my scripts.
it forgets lines.
it shows up late.
it walks out before the scene ends.
and maybe that’s what i need.
to be outside more.
not just physically,
but present.
noticing the way air feels when i breathe.
sitting on the ground,
really sitting.
letting the earth remind me i am here,
not just in my head.
earthing. grounding. unbecoming the ghost
of the world i built in thought.
because imagination saved me once
but now it keeps me caged.
and i want something real.
not perfect.
not predictable.
just real.
let me leave the stage.
let me walk barefoot into the moment.
let me be a body,
not just a dream.
i am learning to be here.
even if it’s hard.
even if it’s quiet.
even if it’s nothing like the story.
I came across a reel by @ellesene that put words to a feeling I didn’t know how to name. that quiet ache of being stuck in your head, living in imagined moments, and forgetting how to just exist. the way she spoke about stepping out of thoughts and into something raw and real made me pause.
I realised I’ve spent so long clinging to scripts and characters of my own making, sometimes more invested in the idea of life than life itself.
This piece, unthinking me free, came from that space — from the urge to stop rehearsing and start being. from the need to root myself in the present, no matter how messy or uncertain it is.
Sometimes the most healing thing you can do is come back to your body.
sit on the ground.
And choose real over perfect.
Beautifully written!
Absolutely loved this one. Such a great reflection. 💕✨