Enoughness
What an amazing French pastry, unlike any I had enjoyed before. Soft layers with complex flavours atop a crisp, buttery base.
I bit into it on the street, the cream oozing out, my fingers sticky, my smile enormous.
But then, I wanted more. Every day I searched for just the right pastry to satisfy that itch: unique, delicious, grin-inducing. I tried another pastry from the same shop. It was very good, but the pleasure was not the same. I bought a pastry from a different shop. Also good, but disappointing because the surprised delight was gone.
The craving to repeat my earlier pleasure was leading to frustration and disappointment. What I had was not enough.
To be clear, the pastry itself was not a problem. Delight is to be savored.
My suffering was in the clinging.. The problem lay in belief that a particular pleasure -- which I had to make happen – would lead to happiness.
May what we receive be enough.