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Finding Enough

Hello to you and your wonderful self.

I was sitting in my room watching a documentary on a very famous and extremely wealthy man and i thought of the word ENOUGH and it’s true meaning.

i know we all want to have some sort of ‘enough’ in our lives, whether it be enough food, enough money, enough joy, enough responsibility and or enough love. but when can we as human beings truly say we have enough,when can i say to myself, “this  is enough”. Does it ever come to that point? where is the fine line between enough and to much? why do we as human beings have the tendency to want more and more until we’ve crossed the line and it starts devouring us. In a true sense when we can’t get enough, It is not truly what we need… #AHA Moment :)# why do we hear of people that have barely anything and are happy, is it really possible? YES! because their fine line of enoughhas been located. 

So In my view the closer to your current circumstance “enough” is the more true change there will be. 

Deed of the day: Locate your fine line of enough! This might take your whole life, but it’s worth a try..:)

 if you have any thoughts on this topic, suggest it by sending me a message via this  blog.

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