reality teach us that no one else can ‘know’ for you.
you cannot be told when the universe is calling for you to release the death grip you hold on comfort.
no one can measure how much your soul can bare, or how little it can hold.
only you can define the pinnacle of ‘enough’ ;
whether your enough is so sound that it carries your actions with certainty and confident clarity. . .
or if you enough is a soft and broken whisper that begs the help your lips are parched thirsting for.
we cannot know for you, and alas – you cannot know for us.