I used to chase this life so eagerly,
believing it would bring me happiness.
But now,
I find myself gasping for air,
wondering if I was wrong all along.
It was once my dream—
to be here,
to have this life.
But why does it feel so suffocating now?
Why does every breath
feel like a struggle,
as if the dream
is closing in on me?
Maybe dreams change,
or maybe I’ve outgrown
the version of myself
who once thought this was enough.