the world tries to tell you that your enough isn’t satisfactory. that you must give everything, & then give a little more, because your everything doesn’t equal out to another’s.
the world forces you to blink your eyes open, open before the sun has even peeked over the horizon, because there simply isn’t enough time for you to give to the world. the world tells you that you’ve spent time enough on things like self care & that free time is an extravagance you don’t have enough to afford – may that be money or power – the world’s greed sucks it all up & demands, “more.”
the world says that hard work is not enough to get by. to be successful, the world demands blood, sweat & tears as reparations for your existence. in fact, that very existence is mocked by the world, & “just figuring it out” isn’t a good enough statement.
the world asks for sacrifice but i ask for nothing but peace. i have had enough. i have had my fill. & then i begin to think: maybe this world is not good enough for me. i realize that i don’t deserve to be treated as less than this world; that enough, much like love, is a two way street, and when i give my all, i deserve the same in return.
because i am enough, & i will find something that is enough for me.