[Begin Morning Freewrite]

It's about practice.  Getting out of practice by not writing every day.  It is harder to write now than before.  What channels through flow the paths of inspiration?  Why is it that we write better jsut by writing?   Justs by writing we tap into inspiration?  Into the flow and ebb of words?  Why is it that there is just the need to do it over and over?

This is not a good piece of writing.  This is the first piece of writing I have done in a long whie.  I am feeling rusty.  I need to write mroe.  And I need to discipline myself somewhat in the ways of writing.  I feel so russty.  What is it that mmakes up my style that feels corroded?  The ability to put thoughts together successfuly?  The ability to make things flow together without seams?  I don't know.  Many questions here, but not many answers.

Have almost finished hiking for the year.  I want to camp.  I want to seek the solace and comfort of the solitary woods and make camp -- away from the trials and tribulations of civilization... I lie to do things.  To be productive.  But doing is a distraction.  I need instead to think and write and meditate and simply live and breathe and not do things.  Overactive I am.

What is it that defines what a person is -- why do I feel that to get in touch with who I am I need to do nothing?  What is it about me that says that?  What is it about my life?  What is it about peacefulness that seems to offer solutions?

So many questions.  Will I have more answers if I stop for a bit to think about it?  Or will I have less?  (More questions...)  I think peace and the lack of questions go together.  Because I am no longer seeking desperately for answers with every waking moment.  So it is that I seek peace thinking it has the fruits of fulfillment.  But is peace truly a finding of answers or merely an abandonment of questions?

Importance:  Are there things in life that are important?  What are they?  Do I seek them out?  Do I run from them?  Are they universally important or only to some?  Is it our destiny as people (rational agents, sentient beings, etc) to all ultimately grow to try to find the same things?  Or do we statically seek if that is our individual makeup or live if that is our makeup or desperately go from thought and action to another thought and action....  Thoreau wrote that the mass of men live lives of quiet desperation but do we?  I do.  Other thinkers have had similar thoughtts.  But it seems there are many people in this life who are content with their livies.  Without quiet desperation they lead lives that are not "fulfilling" (as I define them) either.  They are living contented lives but not lives of great moment to any internal questions....

I am plagued by questions, how should I deal with them?

[End Morning Freewrite]