4 March 2016

Too many people overvalue what they are not and undervalue what they are.  ~Malcolm S. Forbes

Often I turn outside to satisfy my hunger.  To bolster my sense of being enough, I stuff myself with other people’s answers.  I cram in activities.  I judge someone.  I buy another skin lotion.

It seems to work initially.  But ultimately, it doesn’t tame the deep-rooted Little Shop of Horrors demand of ‘Feed me!’  It isn’t, as it turns out, enough.

Enough.

At first glance the word suggests something that is completely unremarkable and unenticing.  A dull utility kind of something.  But, there’s allure in enough.  In ‘satisfaction’ and ‘sufficiency’.  Perhaps it is their very unassuming, every-day quality.

Sure, they lack the impressive glitz of abundance.  However, they are like the people you develop a deep relationship with, the friends that will be with you through thick and thin.

I value and desire peak experiences, the thrill of personal bests, times of staggering happiness.  But there in between the bucket list items is the day-to-day warp and weave of living.

Sometimes I wonder what I would do with only 6 months to live.  There might be some fantastic trip or first-time-ever adventure, but mostly I think I’d yearn for time in connection, for simple ordinary things.

My own greatest good does not require what’s slightly beyond.  Most of the wisdom in my life comes from deep communion with another, from walks in nature, from showing up during tough times.

The flow of life is ever-changing.  A sieve placed into the flow will always contain different things and always be full.

Feeling empty originates within.

So does the willingness to be satisfied.  The willingness to fill up.  To let enough be just exactly that.