That Little Voice

That Little Voice

When is enough ‘enough’?

I recently read a piece that ended with “I wish you enough.”

I couldn’t help but wonder, enough of what?

Enough money? Enough love? Enough happiness? Enough sadness? Enough to feel safe? Enough determination? Enough sunshine? Enough what?

When do I have enough? When will I feel satisfied? When is my desire sated enough to stop seeking, working, struggling, learning? Or is desire never abated?

And, depending on the issue, the question remains: when is enough, enough?

Some will say when you have enough. Oh, that’s helpful, and when is that? And what does ‘enough’ look like? If I make more money will I continue to strive to have more? And if so, why?

When I feel at peace in a certain place, will I settle in, take my shoes off, sit on the front porch swing, and be content? Or will I get bored, letting discontent wash away my peace like a wave removing footprints in the sand?

Then I’m off, once again, in my search for peace. I ask myself the question because I do struggle with a fear I won’t have enough. The ‘what ifs’ pick at my insecurities, filling me with doubts about the future, egging me on to get more.

I look in my cubboard, a term my grandmothers used eons ago, and see six cans of cream of mushroom soup. Why do I have six cans of this recipe filler? Beats me, but if I use one, I must replace it immediately for fear I won’t have enough mushroom soup in case of an emergency.

Tell me, what emergency is going to come up necessitating a need to have six of these soups? But, I want to have enough.

I’m ending today’s column, wishing you enough of whatever you believe will satisfy you, and if it is cans of soup, come over, I have enough to share.