Much time and effort is spent on getting “enough,” much more time than trying to figure out how much is “enough.”  But in thinking about “enough” recently, it occurred to me that I am no stranger to “enough.”  No, “enough” is a spot I pass through often, in my trips between “too little” and “too much.”  In that sense, it is like that place alongside the highway that I pass by frequently, often thinking I ought to stop in sometime.  And when, after passing by it countless times, I finally stop, and find that I enjoy it, I wonder why I passed by it all these years, why it took me so long to stop.

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