Enough

It’s a funny thing about life, once you begin to take note of the things you are grateful for, you begin to lose sight of the things that you lack. ― Germany Kent

I have enough. And I don’t lack for anything, but at times I admit I can go down a path of thinking or feeling this way. Why? To begin, I’ll say the things sometimes people don’t like to say, or feel insecure expressing. It’s entirely too easy to want more. We’re conditioned to be excessive via a culture obsessed with consumption. Moreover, we compare ourselves to standards that are more often than not cropped or filtered to reflect a best and most beautiful version of events rather than the average and most importantly, still acceptable.

Listen, it’s not new, but lately it feels a bit more rampant and palpable in my life. I don’t know if it’s my middle age, my location, or the talk on the tips of tongues around me, but many are wanting more.

I had zero control or input on where I was born and yet it’s become the place I use as my scale for ordinary and it’s given me extraordinary perspective. Buffalo, New York takes the cake when it comes to a standard of living and I try to keep this nearby as I grasp the Garden State complexities of extreme prices and expensive everything. This is beyond the talk of today’s inflation. This is the realities of geographic influence and excessive and lavish lifestyles. Yes, nice thing are nice for a reason. But rarely does anyone discuss the insecurities or irreverence that happens when we distance ourselves from the touchstones of reality.

I don’t want to preach. There’s lessons for me in this that might not apply to anyone else. However, I did want to share. If nothing else, let wanting more be based on a desire that doesn’t devalue or divorce from the present. To live in a state of thankfulness and to be aware and accept what is and not what will be-that’s the goal. Enough.