Imagine for a moment that enough-ness is something that can never be taken out from human consciousness. Imagine that no lack in the physical realm can ever put a dent on one's self-esteem. To me, if that were the case, then I'm imagining gods!
But then, imagine if even those gods were not immune to feelings of deficiency. What if the unfathomable bounty of this multiverse is irresistible even for powerful beings? Sounds like we need specially anointed gods!
In Greek mythology, The Moirai were the three goddesses of fate that insures every man is assigned his own slice of this multiverse and in turn his destiny.
[Their name means "Parts." "Shares" or "Alottted Portions." The individuals were Klotho (Clotho), the "the Spinner," who spun the thread of life, Lakhesis (Lachesis), "the Apportioner of Lots", who measured it, and Atropos (or Aisa), "She who cannot be turned," who cut it short. Zeus Moiragetes, the god of fate, was their leader. https://www.theoi.com/]
In this card we see gold chalices filled with tempting gifts. A closer look reveals that not everything is for his good. Some may lead him to suffering. We also notice how they appeared as if from smoke or clouds. Further suggesting that these could be illusions.
The Seven of Cups gives me a subtle but almost physical distress. On top of that, I couldn't really sympathize with the anonymous man. Maybe I know he brought it upon himself. Maybe I disdain his perceived greed. Maybe his inability to decide mirrors my issues.
Roland Barthes' in his book "A Lover's Discourse", introduced me to the idea of 'Giver of the Fates' which helped me reconcile this troubling card to its lesser known but deeper interpretation: the revelation of transcendental spiritual truth(s).
Barthes wrote: "I am not the only one— I am alone in nothing, I have brothers and sisters, I am to share, I must yield to the law of division: are not the goddesses of Destiny also the goddesses of the human Lot, of allotment—the Moirai, the last of whom is the Silent One, Death?"
He goes on: "Further, if I do not accept the partitioning out of love, I deny love's perfection, for it is proper to perfection to be shared......" [Jealousy, p. 145]
Although jealousy, envy and contentment are seldom directly associated to it, Seven of Cups highlights the riches (and truths) that have not yet been discerned, consciously chosen, integrated and alchemized by the seeker. Thus he sees each "treasure" separate from himself, from one another and at that, alluring. He suffers when he shares. A win or lose.There is no oneness.
From the lens of love, the world is perfect and so it is enough for all beings. The seeker learns that he cannot truly take or give away. He must choose wisely and not fall for any illusion. Us simpler folks may get comfort from the thought that somewhere, there are three goddesses who have already allotted love (or destinies?) to us . Hey, the Greeks knew all along. We can never have it all.