Sometimes, no matter what we do, there is this feeling of,
not doing enough,
not being good enough,
not showing up enough,
not being myself enough,

Then, in a frenzy, trying to pacify our inner turmoil,
we run towards a different direction,
trying to fill the void,
trying to build acceptance,
around the hurt we’ve experienced,
from not being,

But, what is enough?
Who determines what enough means?
And why should anyone else determine enough, except ourselves if it is us who carries out the actions, motions, thoughts, words, in our lives?

 I will say this:
You are good enough,
because you were born.
You are here,
because you are needed.
Not enough is dishonoring the life we have been given,
discouraging us from becoming what we are meant to be.