I want to live simply. Not in the way that the world defines simplicity—stripped down, bare, or lacking—but in the way the soul craves it: unburdened, expansive, and free. I want to sit by the window when it rains, the kind of rain that whispers secrets to the earth, and lose myself in books that will never demand anything of me. No tests, no deadlines, no analysis—just the pure, unadulterated joy of words that dance like sunlight on water, or like the rhythm of my own heartbeat.

I want to draw, not to prove that I can, not to show the world what I am capable of, but because my hands ache to create. Because there is a quiet magic in letting lines and colors spill onto a page, unplanned and unjudged, like laughter or tears. I want to listen to my body, to honor its whispers before they become screams. To fall asleep when the moon hangs high, her silver light a lullaby, and to wake slowly, as if the morning itself is stretching beside me. No alarms, no rush, no frantic race against time—just the gentle unfolding of a day that belongs entirely to me.

I want to live untethered from the chains we’ve forged for ourselves: money, clocks, the endless ticking of obligations. These are not the measures of a life well-lived. I want to exist in a space where time is not a taskmaster but a companion, where the only currency is the richness of moments, and where the boundaries of what is “possible” dissolve like mist under the sun.

I want to be boundless, infinite, like the sky after a storm—vast, open, and unafraid. To live not by the rules of a world that often forgets its own beauty, but by the quiet, insistent truth of my own being. To simply “be”, in all my imperfect, messy, glorious humanity. To breathe, to dream, to exist—not for anyone or anything, but for the sheer, radiant joy of it. ❤️

©️ Beatriz Esmer