I have managed to duck and dive my way through life, eventually getting to a place where I felt I had enough, and I felt my family had enough.
Yes, but, when is enough, enough? I think of any sibling ( me included) at the dinner table, carefully checking she has an equitable share of the potatoes. She wants to know she has her share, and preferably slightly over. It is a tactile survival strategy born of a different era. It is human. It is grounded. We are talking about potatoes on a dinner plate, not stealing the whole meal.
Contrast this with profound disconnection—the urge not just to have “enough,” but to take everything. Whether it’s destroying forests, ripping up historical gardens, or the sweeping actions of geopolitical disruption. We are witnessing what happens when the connection to humanity is severed.
How and when does the disconnection happen?
Once you have enough, is it ‘soft’ to pave a way for others to get their own “enough”