archived from wordpress blog on 5 May 2025
Our brains play funny tricks sometimes. Or it’s the ol’ setan. Either way, obvious traps slip us up or freeze us, making posts like these necessary for me to write; like a little prescription when you feel this coming up.
It happens to us all ❤️
the idea of enough needs limits to exist
Am I doing enough?
In relationships. At school/work. Towards serving communities. Or on any type of big or small life project I’m working on, the question will get asked.
If I forget to ask it to myself, someone will ask it. Are we doing enough? Or in a more identity-shaking variant, am I being enough? am I enough?
So here it is bro, straight up…enough is enough.
If you could do everything, you wouldn’t have to decide what was enough. You’d be God. You know you’re not – that’s why we ask the question…but we secretly wish we could do everything.
But listing down and going over all we did do doesn’t help answer the question either. It’s like filling up a cup; knowing how much you’ve already poured doesn’t help you know at all when to stop – not unless you know the exact capacity and can do the quick math, all before everything spills over.
The kettle in my kitchen has a line that simply says: max.
To know enough, you need a line that says enough. You need to draw it, agree on it, keep to it. Change it, when necessary.
But since you can’t do everything, you don’t have to worry about what you’ve done (that’s all water in the cup anyway) – only whether you’ve met that line.
Doing enough is not doing everything. Enough is enough. We know what it is.
