dailyprompt – Calm with Me

Daily writing prompt

Do you trust your instincts?

Yes — and very strongly. I can’t claim that my instincts are 100% accurate, but they are right most of the time. I believe instincts aren’t some supernatural power; they’re the understanding we build from our experiences with the world.

From babyhood, we begin interacting with our surroundings. An empty mind slowly starts observing, remembering, and storing information in different ways. A child might jump from a height without logic or fear, but with time, we start sensing what’s safe, what’s risky, what feels right, and what feels “off.”

Our instincts are shaped by these accumulated interactions. They help us read situations, places, and people even before we consciously process what’s happening. In my case, my instincts have saved me from real trouble more than once. And even in the moments they failed, the cost was small.

So yes, I do believe in instincts. And my instincts tell me that a few of you will probably agree with me on this.

I Am Lost, But I Exist

I am lost — but I exist.
Somewhere beneath a pile of hundreds of chores and duties, I breathe. I move through the day, ticking tasks off lists, smiling when expected, surviving each rush. Yet, deep within, there’s a quiet pull — a search for something that could lift me back to the surface.

Time is ticking. Milestones are passing. And it feels like I’ve missed most of them. Still, I yearn — to hope, to rise, to fall, and to rise again.

Some days weigh heavy with sadness, and some shimmer softly with light. Both matter. Both remind me I’m still alive.

I want to run — not from myself, but toward a place where life feels full again. A place where my robe carries countless experiences stitched across its fabric — moments of laughter, tears, courage, and quiet wonder.

I want to fall in love with life, deeply and endlessly.

Maybe this post will get buried among millions. But still — I write.
Because I want to be read.
Because somewhere out there, maybe someone else feels lost too… and needs to know — they still exist.

When Plans Fall Apart, Life Still Flows

Last month, I was all set to change my life. I wanted to add creativity, meaning, excitement, and adventure to it. I spent days planning how I would allocate my time—learning, playing with my baby, finishing chores, resting, taking care of my body, connecting with friends, and more.

That planning phase itself was exciting, I must admit. But soon, joining all the pieces together became difficult. Each time I failed to stick to the plan, it felt like I was collecting milestones of failure, adding up to a negative score against myself.

Then I realized—what I was doing wasn’t living. I was torturing myself in the name of a perfect plan.

Life is mostly unplanned. Yes, having a routine and some discipline can streamline our days and give them meaning, but after a while, even those can turn into a trap. We begin layering them with too many goals, too many expectations, and eventually lose sight of the joy in simply being.

The truth is, our life is already good, no matter how ordinary or simple it looks. If we can happily manage our meals, our health, and our shelter—we already have most of what we need. Living becomes joyful when we learn to embrace solitude and simplicity.

Life is not about tiring ourselves in the chase of endless goals. It is about enjoying it—in whichever way it comes. A good sleep, a relaxed body, a walk, or a heartfelt conversation—these are rewards in themselves.

The busyness we run after is just an illusion.

Trying Again Is the Key — Not Just Consistency

How easy life would be if we actually followed every plan we made — from eating right, exercising, sleeping well, saving money, staying creative, to limiting screen time. But let’s be honest: most of these plans derail, and when they do, we often feel like failures.

To escape that guilt, we make new plans. And this cycle — plan, fail, replan — becomes our life.

Over time, I’ve realized this is not just my story — it’s most people’s. And there’s no perfect solution. It’s like learning to walk: we try, we fall, we get up again. One day, without even noticing, we run, we jump, we chase our dreams. All of it begins with just trying to walk.

I’ve struggled to keep my learning goals alive. Something always comes up — housework, responsibilities, distractions. Plans fail. Motivation fades. Subscriptions go unused. Downloads pile up. Stories go unwritten. Recipes remain untried. My to-do list is full of “pending” items.

But now I look at that list differently — not as proof of failure, but as a reminder to try again. Life moves in cycles — ups and downs, stops and starts — and that’s okay. The key is to keep moving, to keep trying, no matter how slow or broken the process feels.

Trying consistently is what keeps us on the road — not being perfect every day.

If you feel the same, tell me: what’s one thing you’re still holding on to but haven’t completed yet?

After the Storm: A Note to Self

Yesterday, everything felt bitter.
The house felt like a mess — chores were torture, cooking felt thankless, toys scattered everywhere, and nothing around looked even remotely pleasing. I was angry — at everything and everyone. In that moment, I hated it all.

Then I slept.

A few hours of rest, a quiet moment with my little tornado, and things softened. No, this isn’t about guilt creeping in or me romanticizing emotional outbursts. This is about realizing that self-blame solves nothing — and bottling up emotions until they explode doesn’t help either.

Sometimes, breakdowns don’t look pretty. They don’t come with a journal, candles, or gentle tears. They come as rage, shouting, numbness — things that scare even ourselves.

What matters is what comes after.
And for me, the lesson was simple: Melt before you shatter.
Release before it ruins everything.

This isn’t about blaming people, fighting over responsibilities, or idealizing support systems. This is about facing the fact that we are each responsible for our own well-being. Yes, it’s beautiful to imagine perfect partners, helpful siblings, friends who check in — but not everyone will show up. And that’s okay. Most people are carrying their own weight.

So, when support is missing, be your own calm.
Let people go gracefully.
Bitter words — once said — leave lasting damage. Hold them back.

Let this post be a reminder:
Let your journey shape you, not shrink you.
Let your actions come from love, not pressure.
Because when you act from love, burnout fades. When you carry only expectations, it grows.

Have you felt something like this?
What did you become after your storm passed?

Not Every Day is a Vacation

Some days are messy, disciplined, and ordinary — and maybe that’s what keeps us moving.

Not every day is a vacation.
Most days are just… life.
Working. Living. Surviving. Breathing.

But try not working — try doing nothing — and slowly, everything begins to feel bitter.
What first feels like rest soon turns into restlessness. The days stretch long, and even the simplest tasks — bathing, eating, tidying up — feel like mountains.

I’ve lived both extremes.
Years of strict parenting and routines, followed by days where I had full freedom to do whatever I wanted. And honestly, I’ve lived my life in all the wrong and right ways during those phases.

On lazy days, the plans stay trapped in my head, and my body just sloths through the hours.
No structure, no energy, no spark.
And yet — oddly enough — I’m grateful for the job I once didn’t love.
Because it gave my day a skeleton.
It made me get up, have breakfast, leave my bed, see people. It grounded me in small ways I didn’t notice then.

And now, life has come full circle —

My little tornado, my baby, doesn’t let me stay in bed even if I want to.

He doesn’t know about discipline or productivity — but he is the reason I’ve rediscovered both.
His energy, his routine, his needs — they’re gently teaching me to respect time again.

He’s reminding me that while chaos is real, so is structure, and we need both.

Life isn’t always glamorous.

But there’s a strange beauty in showing up — in doing the basics, even when it’s hard.
In eating well. In taking a bath.
In moving from “just surviving” to “gently living.”

And maybe that’s all we need to do today.

“The Contradictions That Bothers Me”

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What bothers you and why?

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Well, if I’m being honest — a whole list comes to mind.

But most of all, what really bothers me is the stark contradiction between what we’re taught and how the world actually works.

We grew up learning about values — honesty, kindness, integrity.
But step into the real world, and suddenly:

Take a stand for yourself? You’re selfish.
Seek comfort or material joys? You’re ruining the planet.
Choose a spiritual journey? You’re escaping responsibility.

We’re told the planet must be saved, yet we race for GDP.
We’re told peace matters most, yet the world spins on power.
We say human life is priceless, yet it’s often treated as disposable.

Even personal truths feel like riddles:

“Follow your passion,” they say — but how do you even find it in all this noise?

“Live authentically” — but within what kind of societal boxes?

And maybe, at the core of it all, what really bothers me is…
Thinking too much and never finding a clear way out. 🙂

But maybe that’s part of being human — holding questions we can’t fully answer, and still showing up anyway.

EVERYTHING GETS BETTER WITH AGE

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What do you think gets better with age?

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With age, I believe our understanding of life deepens in ways we never expect.
We begin to deal with people more gracefully, not because they change, but because we do.
Our ability to see through surface conversations, to notice what’s left unsaid, and to respond with wisdom — it all refines over time.

Friendship evolves, too.
It’s no longer about quantity or daily presence, but about quiet trust and shared peace.
Finances get better — not just in numbers, but in awareness of what truly holds value.

And perhaps most beautifully, our definition of fun changes.
It shifts from loud plans to peaceful evenings, from chasing trends to cherishing stillness.

So yes, aging isn’t something to fear — it’s something to grow into.
It’s true what they say:
If you age like wine, you get better in every way.

When It All Feels Too Much

Not every day needs fixing. Some just need feeling.

Some days, life feels like it’s slowly crumbling in your hands.

You sit back and wonder — Did I make all the wrong decisions?
Were all those sacrifices for nothing?
And why does it feel like the world around is so indifferent, while you’re quietly drowning?

On those days, the weight gets too much. You feel like giving up. Or you find yourself bursting out in ways you didn’t expect — tears, silence, anger, or just plain exhaustion.

And the truth is… it’s okay.

Few are lucky to have a solid backup when they break down. Others silently rebuild themselves from pieces only they can see. But whether you have someone or you don’t — your feelings are valid.

There is no “right” or “wrong” way to feel overwhelmed.
There’s just being human.

It’s natural. It’s real. It’s messy.
And it’s perfectly okay if it doesn’t come out in a polished, acceptable way.

Be kind to yourself.

Have patience with your heart.
No one is made of steel.
You don’t need to hold everything together all the time.

When it feels like too much — pause. Breathe. Let the thoughts pass without chasing them.
You don’t have to fix anything right now. You don’t even have to think.

Just let yourself be.

Everything that matters will eventually settle into place.
And everything that doesn’t — will slowly fade away.

That’s how life works. Gently. Quietly. Faithfully.