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.