Thinking Out Loud: Humanity

I have so much to do, so much to post – here and elsewhere. Though what I really want to is download my thoughts. To make art, to be moved by art, is to be human. So why do I want to be anything but human? Why am I so painfully aware of (and annoyed by) my limitations? Why do I want to be less human and more automaton? In a perverse way I want to be less human because of a very human set of emotions and needs. Mostly I want to be held in high esteem. I’d like to say I was motivated by other, perhaps more worldly things but no… I have the emotional imprint of a needy child and some days I suspect that is mostly what I am, perhaps all I really am.