Live to the Max

I’ve had enough.

Enough love.

Enough joy.

More than enough.

It was spilling over in abundance, but I failed to treasure it.

Everyday was filled to the brim with reasons to smile, moments to remember, and conversations to enjoy.

What a shame to have had enough and only know it when it’s gone.

I’ve had enough.

Enough sorrow.

Enough pain.

Everyday is filled to the brim with reasons to break, moments to survive, and torturous conversations set on repeat.

Enough searching for wholeness, finding it only exists in the past.

What a shame to know what it is to have had enough, and know you’ll never have it again.

This pain.

It’s too much.

I’ve had enough!