Enough

‘I have enough,’ said the woman, rejecting the offer from the street vendor who insisted on unloading on her some of his trinkets.

She was more surprised than he was when she refused to buy any of the shiny objects, now available on sale for a penny. After all, is anything worth less than a penny?

It was the first time anyone had resisted the special sale, the almost irresistible deal presented by the old man, who had gotten into a bet that he could sell all his merchandise in one day.

And it was the first time that the woman, who had recently quit her job, was able to say ‘enough’ also when it came to things, when it came to stuff to buy, to get, to own.

What had changed in her, and why? Was it the sermon in church? The song on the radio? The self-help book? Perhaps it was the voice of her Being, which she barely recognized, but decided to listen to when it said ‘You have enough. You are enough.’