The Pressure Cooker Called Life 🌪️

My mind is a cooker, the whistle’s on delay,
Thoughts keep bubbling—oh, they don’t go away!
Deadlines are cumin seeds popping in oil,
While worries are onions that refuse to broil.

Each morning I wake with a to-do stew,
Add a pinch of guilt, and anxiety too.
Emails, errands, endless chatter,
Life’s recipe—oh what a clatter!

“Relax,” they say, “don’t take stress!”
As if stress comes wearing a name tag and address.
It just walks in quietly, sits on my chest,
And says, “I’m not leaving till you confess.”

Confess what? That I’m tired of pretending fine,
That peace feels like a luxury wine.
That laughter is filtered through fatigue’s screen,
And calmness? A concept I’ve rarely seen.

I smile at work, I laugh at memes,
But inside I’m juggling a thousand dreams.
Dreams half-lived and tasks half-done,
The brain keeps sprinting, heart’s not having fun.

Sometimes I wish I could reboot like Chrome,
Close the extra tabs before they foam.
A nap for the soul, a pause for the brain,
Before overthinking drives me insane.

But then—
A child laughs, a friend calls, or music plays light,
And suddenly the fog turns almost bright.
Pressure softens, though not erased,
A moment of peace—beautifully placed.

Because life isn’t about bursting in steam,
It’s learning to simmer and still dream.
Mental pressure may bend, not break,
If we learn to breathe—for our own sake.

So next time you feel your lid about to blow,
Remember: even pressure helps the rice to grow. 🍚


💭 Thought to Ponder:
“Life will always turn up the heat—but it’s how you stir your mind that decides whether you burn out or beautifully blend.”