Am I Enough: Whispers of the Unquiet Mind
Each night I close my eyes,
holding a tender hope— that morning will arrive
with joy tucked softly in its light.
Yet, somewhere between dawn and day,
a fleeting moment slips through,
and the joy I longed for
seems to vanish into silence.
Every thought stumbles and collides,
fighting in the space of my consciousness.
They drag me here and there,
nowhere to rest,
nowhere to settle.
The night becomes my battlefield.
Endless hours pass as my head keeps rolling,
one question after another—
What should my path be?
Should I strive for perfection,
to polish every flaw,
to become someone worthy of pride?
Or should I search for peace,
that silent corner of life
where the heart can finally rest?
For whom do I walk this path?
Is what I carry within me
truly enough to bring them joy,
or am I only lost in the echo of my own doubts?
Often, my inner self whispers back—
You are not doing enough…
and I find myself asking, again and again,
Am I enough?
Am I truly enough?
Happiness, I realize,
is not a treasure waiting at the end of the road.
It is a gift—
a gift I can offer to those I belong,
and to those who belong to me.
A gift made not of grand answers,
but of simple presence:
a smile shared,
a hand held,
a moment of being there.
Still, the night grows long.
Fatigue wraps itself around me,
but the mind does not rest.
It keeps whispering:
What if you are not enough?
What if your efforts fall short?
And I feel the weight of those doubts,
as if I am walking with stones in my chest.
Yet, somewhere between the questions,
a quiet truth lingers—
life does not demand perfection.
It asks only for sincerity.
It asks me to rise each morning,
to keep trying,
to keep giving,
to let my small light shine
even if the world feels heavy.
Perhaps that is the story of this restless mind:
not a tale of answers found,
but of courage—
the courage to live,
to love,
and to try again,
until all this searching itself becomes enough.
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