Everything I do seems half-assed to me, in a certain mood. My drumming, piano playing, singing, and composition. My drawing and birdwatching. My zen practice. My writing of poetry and short-stories.
To varying degrees, this is true. The mistake is in thinking that it should be otherwise. All these activities are windows into the world. Observation of birds arose because I got my eyes operated on and can see better. It seemed logical and easy to begin, since I can see six or seven species of birds just by having a cup of coffee by the window in the morning.
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