Being enough

Yesterday, after having survived my last law school final, I related to my current fuckbuddy how my last ex thought that I wouldn't even do alright on the LSAT, much less actually be accepted into law school. Yet, here I am, all three years done and practically a law school graduate. It's clear that I wasn't enough as far as he was concerned. Catching up on "Smash" this afternoon, I've been reminded about all of the auditions that I've been to where it was clear that I wasn't enough for the part. It's a funny thing, but it seems as if we all just want to feel as if we are "enough," whether it's smart enough, funny enough, pretty enough. When you are deemed to be "enough," it's the best feeling in the world, like you actually belong where you are in that moment. However, when you aren't "enough," it royally sucks, and you're left feeling awkward and out of place. That's why everyone is constantly on a path of self-improvement until they "settle down" because they've finally found a career and a social life where they are "enough." In a way, not being "enough" is the challenge that drives people forward, gives them a reason to wake up in the morning. If we were all "enough" every day of the week, we'd all end up just being cogs in a machine. And that is no fun.