Good Enough. What does “good enough” mean? To some, it’s an oversimplification of the Pareto principle, to others it’s just an excuse for being lazy. To very few it’s the checkpoint before taking a deep breath and going at it again. But for most of us “good enough” usually means “if it ain’t broken, don’t fix it” in its purest, most distilled version.

In Romania, the feeling is so deeply rooted within the DNA structure of its inhabitants that it’s a way of life, a mantra. We even have a country song about how we should “leave it like this if it works” (Las-o, bă, că merge-așa!). I swear, this is true and it’s almost 20 years old.

“Good enough” is the burning soul of the world we’re living in, it’s the optimization of systems and processes inside a company that tries to squeeze the last drop of sweat from their slaves employees. It’s the half-assed will to live of employees when they have to wake up at 6:20 AM to prepare for a job they hate to afford an apartment they don’t like to raise a kid they didn’t want with a person they don’t actually love.

“Good enough” is when you get a barely passing grade on an exam that you took while hungover and without studying shit.

It’s when you’ve finished developing a website in 2011 and you don’t check it on Internet Explorer, because “fuck it”, but you don’t care because you’re teaching people to upgrade.

It’s the loose tile on the terrace flooring, it’s in that lightbulb that always stays on because you’re too lazy to install a motion sensor, but you still have friends over and spend great time.

It’s when you buy her flowers, but not an Apple Watch for her birthday and she still thinks the world of you.

It’s also the feeling that you’re somehow connected with every other being in the Universe that hit a hurdle and looked back and said, “that’s good enough, leave it like it is”.

You and me are good enough. The World is Good Enough.