Good Enough.

"What will my ex think of me when he hangs out with me in years to come? What would anyone I've ever dated think of me when they hang out with me in years to come. God yes! I made the right choice in ditching her weird sorry ass? She's just as weird as I remembered... Why the hell was I attracted to her in the first place??? What did I see in her back then? God I really was young and stupid." Missy bawled. 

"...Dude..." I faltered. I had no idea what to say. 

Mademoiselle raised an eyebrow and stared while Missy sulked quietly on her chair. 

We all say in complete silence as we pondered her question, punctuated by the occasional miserable sniffle from Missy's direction. 

"That's intense..." I started. 

Mademoiselle interrupted, "Waaay too much self pity. Those guys are assholes. Really. What the hell was so good about them anyway?" 

Missy just shrugged. There's nothing "so" good about anyone really. We're all just meh... To a certain extent, and awesome to a certain extent. Whatever we are. However "good" we are, we are in the eyes of those who have loved us or who love us. 

There was no answer to that question. 

I understood Missy's confidence or lack of it thereof. I understood her insecurities and her pain. Her worry that no one could ever love her for her. Probably many have in their lives had the occasion to feel that way. The world is harsh in its judgement of us and whether we are good enough. And more often than not, we come up short somehow, somewhere. We're never really good enough. 

But that is the human condition isn't it. That's the world in which we live in. Nobody is ever really good enough at everything. Intimate knowledge of someone will reveal that we all fall short somewhere. And as is the human condition, our flaws are our perfection (as stolen from practically every robot developing its own intelligence movie). 

It is easy for me to preach such; it is easy for anyone to preach such. The truth can be hard hitting but it'll never hit when it needs to hit sometimes. Sometimes it takes its time. The world can cause a soul so much pain. Inflict the worst insults to its dignity and corrupt the purest essence of its optimism. 

It is easy for anyone to feel and truly believe they're not good enough, they're not something enough because it is true! We're all just not good enough. But we make do with what we have. And this goes for everyone. It is the great equalizer. Only for whoever it is who do care about us, truly, we are good enough.