Enough

It's hard when you realize that it will never be enough.

Because you're there already, aren't you? You did what you set out to do and you're there, you're here, you're it all and it's not very much. It's nothing at all, really.

It looked bigger on paper.

Much bigger.

And so, what now, where now, where to, who to, and what then, what after that?

And then?

It's hard when you realize that your entire life is a plan. It's always the next day, the next week, the next month, next year, next time.

I walked out of my professor's office the other day encouraged. Jubilant, maybe. And yet, I recognized that feeling - the one I had when I found out I would be coming here. And it hit me then, that I had fooled myself into thinking this would be enough, that this time, it was enough.

It is never enough.