I don’t want to optimize everything.
I don’t want to automate
what makes me feel.
I want to burn my fingers
on things that matter.
Say the wrong thing,
then mean the apology.
Love recklessly.
Fail beautifully.
Try again.
I want to keep the flaws
that make me reachable.
Keep the pauses
that make room for grace.
I want to stay soft
in a world built for efficiency.
I want to stay present
in a world built for speed.
I want to stay human.
Even if it means
I arrive a little later—
but as myself.