A material girl part two - It's good enough!

Soon after I finished my last entry on the Material Girl, I soon thought what about those who told me that,"It's good enough."

Good enough = Content
Good enough dictates a tone of being satisfied = Content.

Good enough, better than never, however implied such message to me.

"I give up and I'm not gonna try."

There is a very thin line of gap of being ambitious and being greedy.
Greedy is asking for More while I think what I want is to ask for Better.


For instance...

Grade B is good enough.
Giodarno is good enough.
Mcdonald's ice cream is good enough.
Literally brandless tops/watches/shoes/bottoms etc are good enough.

But don't you want these....

Grade A or Distintion.
Giordarno Ladies.
Sweswens or Haagen Daz.
Nike apparels.

Who doesnt want to wear good, look good, eat good?

My idea is while I'm very thankful for the very nice shelter and the comfort that I am enjoying in God's blessing, I too shouldnt be always content on what I am having.
I mean I am content!
But I just think that I should "fight" for more while I can.

I dont wanna live my life in vain.

Eve's peak of life is very vulnerable and short as compared to Adam's.

I really wanna do more and get more.

At the end of the day, my material possessions still doesn't measure me.

I'm falling.
Falling to the world of ind-uhviduals.
Where covering myself with a good wrapper is important then necessary.

I miss those days when it's no big deal if ya just a ugly duckling.
Sure you would desired the attention of others but it doesnt hurt to have less and none.

I miss those days when you would glee if your mum bought clothes for you. (even now you think back it was really bad!)

The many goods and olds.

When I grow old, I will then return to the state where I begin.
Wearing good and nice clothes doesnt really matter.
Eating a 50 cents ice cream is good.(Provided ice creams still goes for 50 cents then.)
Doesnt matter what colour of my hair is and how it is styled.
Doesnt matter if I dont bother to look at the mirror.
All that matters is that my heart returns to the old and grey days. Not colourful as before but it is reminiscent that comfort us.

It is good enough.
Good enough and good enough.
Define enough?
I will tell you if I reach 60.