Old Stories · Laboratory of Life · Story Scrap
I'm Not Enough
Whose voice taught me I was not enough — and how old was I when I believed it?
"I'm not enough" is rarely a thought we choose. It is a translation of an early room — a face that looked away, a comparison we overheard, a love that had conditions we couldn't name.
We carry it as if it were a fact. It is not a fact. It is a sentence that survived because no one ever sat with us long enough to question it.
The work is not to argue with the story. It is to recognise it as a story.
Reflection
- — When did this story arrive in me, and what was happening in the room when it did?
- — If I removed the words "not enough" from my inner vocabulary for one day, what would I do differently?
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