The question asked:
"Am I enough?"
Which begs the questions:
-enough for whom?
-enough for what?
What would it mean
to not be enough?
The Economist in me
says no one ever
acknowledges when
enough is enough.
[That's what we are
taught as baby Economists:
that the fundamental
condition of human existence
is that people's
wants are endless,
but resources are limited.]
In yoga, we have
Santosha & Tapas
[contentment & discipline,]
which seemed at odds
to me for a long time --
until I considered
that being happy
with who one is
is only in conflict
with efforts to be
a better version
of oneself
if one makes some
pretty f***ed up
assumptions.
I've been told,
on occasion,
that I'm "too much."
I don't know whether
this is better, worse,
or morally equivalent to
being not enough.
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