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You Are Enough
Take a deep breath, and let it all go.
You do not need to rampage deep into the sleeping city — adrift with the demons who cast you down, chasing some mythical white elephant’s ivory, hunting to feed the insatiable village of voices inside your cranium who beg for bigger, better, badder, bolder.
You do not need that seventh whiskey — that fire-water set ablaze to drown the doubt that creeps into you as you saunter your way across the dimly-lit bar ready to ask that comely one to play the romantic lead in a play you’ve yet to write.
You do not need that Mercedes C-Class, what with its Tuscan leather heated seats and Kompressor turbo-boost engine to outrun the delusions of inadequacy that run parallel with growing up a working-class kid in a working-class city — as if your stature in society is dictated by your socioeconomic status.
You do not need to nod “yes” to everything, every time, to everyone. Never sacrifice the integrity of your soul to devote time, money, and energy beyond your means, sinking capital into causes you don’t believe in or people you don’t trust.
You do not need to snap that selfie at the Eiffel Tower or Arc de Triomphe, to prove to the world you’re worldly, or to share how you look and not what you see, or to show how you’ve conquered and not what you’ve battled.
