What is enough in this life? When will any individual be satisfied with enough ... enough money, enough love, enough power, enough smarts, enough reparations, enough success, enough applause, enough spiritual understanding, enough furniture ...?
Is there ever really enough?
What constitutes 'enough?'
As far as I can see, "enough" just means "me."
And there is never enough as long as I fret and scramble for enough.
But enough about that.