My “Enough” List

I have some­where between enough and too many things. For that I am grate­ful. I have enough good health but wish, with­out com­plaint, that I had a lit­tle more. I pray that is not self­ish of me. I have too many but never enough friends. It is impos­si­ble to be with more than a few at a time. More friends than things is always a good for­mula. Twenty-four hours in a day is enough. I am glad that item is dis­pensed by the uni­verse and not con­trolled by Wash­ing­ton. No mat­ter how much they play with the clock each year, a day is still just a day.
How­ever long you live, it is enough. We are here only to taste. This is not the full meal — just the appe­tizer. I promise not to go beg­ging when this life-plate is finally empty. It is indeed pos­si­ble to have enough of this life. I really would not want to go through tax forms each year for an eter­nity — that would be hell. The gov­ern­ment has enough. Insti­tu­tions have enough. They are tools, not really liv­ing enti­ties. Peo­ple are more impor­tant than pro­grams (I can never get enough of that reminder). Pour what you can into oth­ers, and real­ize that how­ever much or lit­tle you have given, it is enough.
Eat­ing too much is mis­er­able. Hav­ing to carry too much on vaca­tion is a nui­sance. Once I spent a week with only what I car­ried onto the air­plane. The air­line lost my lug­gage. Still, I had enough. All I had was all I actu­ally needed. I remind myself of that occa­sion­ally. I never have enough books, but one day I gave away all of the ones I had. I dis­cov­ered that there is enough in the library wher­ever I am. The Inter­net has brought me more than enough infor­ma­tion too. I make a liv­ing with a phone line and a lap­top com­puter now. That too is enough.
Seven days in a week is enough. One or more of those need to be pretty empty. The Sab­bath prin­ci­ple is God’s way of say­ing, “Enough already!” Give it a rest! There are enough peo­ple where I live. I could use bet­ter enter­tain­ment but not more. I am plenty amused. There is never enough still­ness or silence, but that will come in time. I just have to have enough patience. Enough is enough. That too is cen­tral to the para­doxes of life.