MY NOTES TO MOI



oh! I was readin this book by Hugh Prather last nite n was jus thinkin how true his notes to himself were... seriously...Worth a read. Had a copy o it for a loooooong time but hadn't gotten down to readin it.


It's beautiful... it's not a fiction, non fiction or self help material...it's jus the man's random thoughts tht he's put on paper. He Called it "My Struggle to Become a Person" ... I Call it a book tht u can connect with... Read it when somewhere down the line when u r reading his thoughts u'd feel he's actually sayin wht u always wanted to.


This is something I wrote after readin his notes...

Is this ever gonna be enough...

whenever is anything ever enough,

i want this now n tht's all i need...

wht bout wanting more, tht's jus greed...

I work for this n tht's enough...

but I thought enough was never Enough.

there's always a desire somewhere inside...

wanting everything beautiful in sight,

I was wonder sitting idle...

is it ever gonna be enough...

But i guess all o us know it deep inside

no matter wht we have or wht we do,

It'll never be Enough.

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