I can never be enough

Enough. What is enough anyway?

Enough is only enough for a certain period of time. You can get enough sleep and enough food only momentarily. It’s never really enough when you think about it. The best comparison I can make is dust: you can clean as much as possible, but it’s never truly “clean.” There is always more to clean. Enough is only relative to personal time and satisfaction. Eventually, the previous efforts need to be renewed. Or updated. Or expanded. So nothing is enough.

I am not enough.

Yet I am enough.

Both statements are true, yet simultaneously mean nothing.

I suppose I could be enough if I got really specific on what constitutes sufficient performance or satisfaction at the valuable (and necessary) tasks and limits of my life. For example, if I get 60 minutes of exercise everyday I could say I’ve done enough. Because I placed something quantifiable within a time frame. There’s a level that’s satisfiable. And attainable briefly. But we created the future. And before long, our previous work, or level of status, becomes insufficient. New progress is considered. Old progress becomes normal. The best comparison I have is the immensely buff, built body-builder that continues to put on muscle. Despite having “enough” in comparison to 99.99% of the population, there is more considered.

Enough is only an idea.

We can never be enough.