Writing
February 2026
Enough of Healing
No number of words can encapsulate a human’s journey from birth, suffering, healing, integrating… and then, what comes after that?
I am here, now, in this exploration of what comes next.
Am I fully healed? I can only say that I have been through enough to know that enough is enough.
Enough seeking.
Enough seeing pain as suffering.
Enough putting all I have into healing the inherent human pains that I saw as suffering.
Enough justifying that life can wait, that I shouldn’t rest or be at ease, that I must patch up all my broken parts.
I forgot.
I forgot that I am a human. A soul learning in a human body and circumstances.
Born into constant change, unavoidable pain and loss.
Born into an imperfect world surrounded by other imperfect humans.
Then why did I expect perfection?
From myself?
From my life?
From my loved ones?
I can now see how I created these inner pains needlessly, and how simply releasing the unattainable need for perfection, in exchange for balance, sets the pains free.
This is a space for reflections and lived moments after healing.
Not transcendence, but presence.
Not teachings, but sharings.
Each piece invites resonance with something very human.
There are no chapters, only pauses.
(This piece is adapted from my book Enough of Healing—It Is Time to Live.)
Enough of Healing
No number of words can encapsulate a human’s journey from birth, suffering, healing, integrating… and then, what comes after that?
I am here, now, in this exploration of what comes next.
Am I fully healed? I can only say that I have been through enough to know that enough is enough.
Enough seeking.
Enough seeing pain as suffering.
Enough putting all I have into healing the inherent human pains that I saw as suffering.
Enough justifying that life can wait, that I shouldn’t rest or be at ease, that I must patch up all my broken parts.
I forgot.
I forgot that I am a human. A soul learning in a human body and circumstances.
Born into constant change, unavoidable pain and loss.
Born into an imperfect world surrounded by other imperfect humans.
Then why did I expect perfection?
From myself?
From my life?
From my loved ones?
I can now see how I created these inner pains needlessly, and how simply releasing the unattainable need for perfection, in exchange for balance, sets the pains free.
This is a space for reflections and lived moments after healing.
Not transcendence, but presence.
Not teachings, but sharings.
Each piece invites resonance with something very human.
There are no chapters, only pauses.
(This piece is adapted from my book Enough of Healing—It Is Time to Live.)
