The joy of missing out

they told me

to say yes

to every sunset,

every party,

every plan

as if rest

was a crime

and stillness

a waste.

but chasing it all

left me

nowhere

and nothing

but tired.

so I’ve learned

to whisper no

like a love letter

to myself—

because

peace

doesn’t make noise,

and sometimes

the bravest thing

you can do

is go to bed early

with your phone off

and your soul

switched on.

jomo—

the joy

of missing out

on everything

that drains you.