Friday morning's 300 seconds ...
Enough is enough. You're never enough. You're just too much. Enough already! When's enough enough?
Enough ... it's a measure. Of plenty. Or of want. And are we ever satisfied by what we've been given? Or who we are? What we possess? What we have to offer?
Are we satisfied in our souls? Or always reaching out and grabbing for more? Does contentment and peace define the deepest core of who we are? Or is there a restlessness and unsettledness that can not be denied?
And what are the standards that we measure this elusive entity by? The world? The media? My colleagues or friends? A glossy spread in a magazine?
My Creator whispers to me that I am enough. He tells me that He is all that I need. He says I am lovely and priceless and valuable and worth dying for.
And that's enough for me.
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