The Edge of Enough

Desperation.
That’s the word that fits today.
Not panic.
Not drama.
Just the slow, grinding weight of too much.

My partner’s been sick.
No time off.
No cushion.
The house is falling apart.
And so am I.

I wonder—will one more thing push me over the edge?

They say God doesn’t give us more than we can handle.
But what if we’re already at capacity?

What choices do I have?
Find more money?
Make something out of nothing?

I catch myself spinning stories.
Believing people are lying.
Maybe they’re just mistaken.
Maybe they’re reading things wrong.
Maybe I’m reading things wrong.

Everyone wants more.
A bigger house.
A nicer car.
New phones.
More money.

But why not be happy with what you have?
Why not save for what you want?
Why not slow down?

There’s no patience anymore.
No grit.
Just competition.
Ego.
Noise.

What about what you need?
What about your goals?
Your dreams?

What is your why?

Search within yourself.
Ask the real question:
Why do you want that thing right now?
Is it urgent?
Is it necessary?
Or is it just a flicker of entitlement?

What makes you feel that way?

And what do you do in exchange for your wages?
Do you make this world better?
Do you offer a service to society?

I try.
I try with good intentions.
But there are always those who take advantage.
Who twist kindness into weakness.

Still—I keep asking.
Keep searching.
Keep trying to understand what enough really means.