“Enough” feels like it needs something more, something extra, to make it worthy of our intentions. It needs one more like, one more share, one more compliment to be normal, to fit in, to take up more space than it does. Awkward high school all over again.
What does enough look like to you, as a writer? Does it really need a makeover, or could it simply be that Enough is enough on its own? That Enough is meant to be cared for and loved, just as it is, before it is something else, even if it never gets there?