Enough, For Whom?
Blog 7 of the “Living in the Thoughtsphere” Series “The planet is collapsing under too much, while millions still wait for just enough.” That line, from the last blog, won’t leave me. It hovers—quiet but constant. Like a radio signal I can’t quite turn off. Because here’s the truth: I don’t know what enough really means anymore. I’ve seen people add three extra spoonfuls of rice to their plate without thinking. I’ve also seen people stretch one bowl across three children. I’ve lived in places where food was dumped without a glance, and places where tea leaves were reused, quietly, a third time. Enough, it turns out, is a moving target—cultural, circumstantial, deeply personal. But what makes this moment different is that now, it’s also planetary. When we talk about overconsumption—and I do—it’s easy to sound like we’re just saying: “We all need to take less.” But that’s not true. Not all of us have enough to take less from. Not the 800 million still going hungry. Not th...