Sometimes it feels like it's not enough.  You're not enough.  I'm not enough.

Sometimes it feels like no matter what it is, what you do, what I do...it's not enough. 

There's not enough of it.  Not enough of you or me to spread around.  Everybody wants to be satisfied, and it's always your fault and my fault when they are not.  You cannot satisfy everybody.  I cannot satisfy everybody.  Not all the time.  To do that, we lose satisfaction in it.  We lose satisfation in you and in me.  In ourselves.   

To be a good friend, to be a good daughter and sister and Brother, to be a good student, musician, artist, and lover...

How can we fulfill every expectation, every want and need?

You can't.

I can't.

Sometimes it feels like the beauty of the world, of God, of others, is not enough. 

Sometimes we just need to feel the beauty of ourselves, our person, our heart and soul.  Feel the beauty of our purpose, our worth, our love.  Feel the beauty of it.  Of you.  Of me.

And that would be enough.