Fear Of Missing Out

A poem on fear of missing out

we are either faced with the fear of missing out or we are missing out busily, blissfully, and blindly — these are our two favorite modes

we either confront the fear of missing out or do something to avoid facing it we do not really give a fuck about FOMO we only give a fuck about avoiding FOMO

missing out what exactly what are we missing out while busily and greedily skipping moments

are we missing out on an opportunity to come back to ourselves? are we constantly missing out to connect with ourselves?

we are so clever and are confidently equipped with mental strategies to get over this fear of missing out this fear of having to come back to ourselves we are missing it on purpose every single time.

one might have to get used to FOMO to connect with one’s being and wisdom or we keep falling for the bully in the head endlessly

to be with that fear — FOMO to allow everything within and without as it is for now

like a leaf ignorant of its source — the tree we rely overly on our head never bothering to pause to connect with the heart — the whole.