not-enough

Perhaps the most important sexual tool is consciousness. If we think we are "not enough" or "too much," we surely are. Similarly, when you give a gift, create artwork, or perform any task with the thought that it's "not enough" or "too much," it surely will be.

Her face felt like it was scattered in pieces and she could not keep it straight. The feeling was a whole lot worse than being hungry for any dinner, yet it was like that. I want--I want--I want--was all that she could think about--but just what this real want was she did no know.

Whatever we have in the glory of man is "away". Those are just not enough before we go "home" to the glory of God.

I just want to be someone, to mean something to anyone_

A world full of "certainties"All the plans, all the vanities.Where black covers the whiteSuited in "confidence"- the constant fight.A million roads I dream to takeOne destination, knowing not I turn where.A green veil covers for two years, some two decades.But the "plan" awaits, new roads to make.I pant, I struggle, I do my best While they say,"You are, dear, but so inadequate".

Good intentions do not always suffice.

The glow of the steetlamps sat heavy and thick above me. As I walked aimlessly, in the direction of downtown, I returned to my theories. That Mizuko and I shared the pictorial equivalent of DNA. That a sympathetic magic existed between us, no matter how far apart we were pulled. That we defied physical laws of time and space, waves, gravity, the rules laid down by physicists which governed our physical universe (earthquakes, tsunamis) and physical bodies. And yet somehow our connection had led to the opposite of intimacy. My search had led to its opposite. I had never felt so isolated and disconnected, even from myself.

How many innocent victims of hate crime does it take before it becomes wrong?For us, one is already too many. For them, a thousand is not enough.

I__e been trying to stay real and true and proud of who I am,all those ideals of how to lookI__e been trying not to care.But I__ still holding my breath, I __ still watching every step.I__ still tip-toeing away, when I__ getting to ashamed of myself. I don__ want to be your letdown,I__ scared like hell I__ not enough.I don__ wanna beyour failure anymore._ The Glass Child, Letdown

It's a funny thing about life, once you begin to take note of the things you are grateful for, you begin to lose sight of the things that you lack.