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time about think you do

Hi all,

I am a bit behind my goal of doing one of these a month. I am the only one counting, but that’s probably the biggest person we don’t want to let down. Anyway, check out this button and hit it if you haven’t already done so in the past.

The song below came to mind while writing this post. Monk is right up there with the genius giants of sonic art that I hold to such high esteem in my own life. He’s able to articulate with sound what most people can’t with words which is what made him so great and so misunderstood. I think this song says more than all of the words I’ve ever heard or read. Enjoy.

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enough.

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In reality only you know when it’s time but it get’s tricky. Because there’s doubt in there somewhere, lurking deep within some slimy basement ready to slither up the broken cascading staircase and into the kitchen where you keep your cookies and cleaning supplies and drinking receptacles.

You’ll know when it’s time because you’ll no longer be able to stand the stench. It’ll seep into your undershirt and stain your closet polluting the ecosystem you’ve made for the past however many years. The load will get to heavy for you to carry. An invisible and weightless pack attached to your back which only burdens the metaphysical, so full of mass on the inside; your thoughts and the inner-workings of the heart, the loops inside your diaphragm, the spirals inside of your eyes. The stuff which stays with you always.

But you feel that you haven’t had enough when you’re taken away from it, you’re not done exploring, and you find yourself inside of a threshold of limits sometimes too hot and other times too cold but you stay in it, experimenting with temperaments and the pushing of buttons and the spinning of knobs and the wrinkling of bed sheets and the rattling of cages, no end to the tinkering. Maybe it’s just because you’re afraid of what’s behind the door, afraid of the possibilities or the fact that there may be no possibilities.

No, no that can’t be right. Because there are always possibilities. Bad choices or choosing not to choose they are still choices, and possibilities emerge after the choice. Possibilities are future, the future only exists as a thought. Possibilities can be realized but don’t materialize until action is first set into place and after a sequence they could become a reality.

Enough… you decide when you want to live while alive and not that slow death sometimes confused with life. When you’ve determined you don’t want what you have or you don’t need what you’ve got, believing -knowing- that garbage-in means garbage-out, so you draw a line in the sand within yourself to make it clear that this is when it’s going to end, to change the trajectory.

Enough is the line where growth happens, popping out of a cocoon or spilling over the crib by our own momentum because we’ve realized where we were, and we no longer like it, it no longer serves us, so we move our feet to see things from a new perspective and a new light. Removing the candle from under the bowl and use it to light the torches in order to see what’s around us, the bigger picture.

Enough is good for us because it tells us when it’s time for a change, or when we don’t need any more to satisfy us. It signals to us that we are satiated, we already have what we need to live and survive. We are in a constant state of finding enough. The more we are aware of it the better we will feel and the more ready we are to take on the inevitable burdens of life.

To the ever-present search for enough, cheers.