When is enough, enough? This came up a while back in conversation around capitalism. It seems that there is no limit to profit, which makes any profit never enough. But what about friends, love, laughter, company, pleasure? When is enough, enough? When does anything cross over from something to be grateful for to something to be resented because it’s never enough?
You’d think with over a decade of studies in eastern philosophies I’d know the answer, and part of me maybe does. But so many parts still don’t. And I can watch myself, that I’ve learned well, precipitating into cravings I recognize without a shade of doubt as escapist addiction.
One of my students in jail once told me “addiction is addiction is addiction: you wanting to be here is as much a drug as the shit that brought me in”.
Crutches. Enough.