Late night thought which I desire to record. This thought has often reminded me of my place in this world, as a imperfect flawed human like everyone else. I often feel more damaged then others. This leads to a sense of hope that once day this mind and body will be repaired and cured back to to its original healthy state. For for now, every step of the way - everything is 'just enough'. Just enough to get to the next step; just enough to get by till tomorrow. Often our strivings fall just short to hit our mark, but its just enough to try again. One more chance to survive. But amongst all this striving, what is really surviving? The body will soon be defeated, and nothing left to be reminded of its former belongings. What survives is the soul and its lessons learned, and survival of the soul through these trials and tests are what helps us feel like something in us belongs, even though there is nothing to hold onto but the experiences of highs and lows that bring us to our knees. These experiences submit us to the choice of continuing for the sake of hope, and belong to the lowly class of human nature for one more day in hope that we might transmute ourselves onto an fallen world which so desperately needs to be transformed. This can only be done by recognizing the things which carry light, and loving them till they burst forth as the sun. Until then, life will always be just enough.