When Is It Enough?

I have been asking myself this question quite often recently, with respect to many things in life. My favourite (and yours too, maybe) - how much money is enough? When do you stop? Will you ever stop wanting more? And when you reach that “enough”, is it really enough? I mean, I am spiralling, no? Yaaa…

I honestly don’t know what that enough is anymore. I think for the longest time, for me, it was to make 1 crore (I come from the Kaun Banega Crorepati era). I of course didn’t reach that goal, but today, that number feels a lot less considering the future - owning a home, travelling every year (at least one trip), studio rent, salaries, general expenses and blah blah blah… it fucking never ends. I don’t know what enough is anymore.

I failed in maths. Many times. (Don’t ask me how many zeroes are there in a billion. I will Google that.)

I saw a man today, sleeping on a bench on the sidewalk, while I was passing by in an autorickshaw. He looked at peace. Like life was enough. I don’t know his story, but sometimes you can see people who have met their enough.

Another really good movie that makes you think about being “enough”, or content for that matter, is Perfect Days. If you haven’t watched it, you must. It defines so beautifully what it means to live with intention - finding contentment in your routine, and living with kindness in your heart, which in return enriches your life. I wonder, am I living with intention, or will I constantly be searching?

Will I know what my enough is after I define it? Or will I just keep going?

I want to live with intention. That intention is to be kind, as much as I can be, even when I don’t want to be. To be brave. To believe. To work hard. To help (in some capacity). To be present, most importantly.

I know these characteristics don’t, and won’t, fill my bank account. But I can hope that when my soul passes on, He says - "You did enough. Come home now".