What is Enough?
How do you know?
If you have been there, why did you come back?
Is Enough a myth?
A legend, a fairytale, a child’s story?
Is it a fable that never reaches a climax?
Is it laughter that ends in tears?
Is Enough a place where things end? Or begin?
Or is it nothing?
I want to go there.
I want to see over the skyline, to brush the horizon with my breath.
I want to feel the rain from the skies of Enough burn my eyes with delight.
I want to scavenge the woods, tear their grounds for clues.
Or for answers.
I need answers.
Why is Enough so sought after? Why do I know I need it?
Maybe Enough is not a place, but a time.
Well…then how do I get there? Do I wait?
Do I pursue it?
What if Enough is neither a time nor place, but something one is.
Simply something a person becomes.
But how do you become enough?