Thinking.

It's what I do.

Thinkning about everything...

about thinking too little

about thinking too much.

 

Thinking about acting. Now...maybe soon..now...

Nothing. Paralysis. Why?

 

I ask why and return to thinking; and now and again everything about life...it makes me think, and think all about life.

Is it living to just be concerned about what really constitutes living?

Is it life when you are unsure what life means, where it cam from and where it is heading?

Now, for me, the freedom from this is to remember I am a journeyman, that life has no intrinsic meaning other than what I choose. If i choose.

I need to harness the inquisition, to help me, to help others if I can. Make the thinking useful.