Whats Actually at the Center?

I post these blogs knowing that others might read them, but in fact I am worried that someone will. Why worried you ask? A combination of insecurity and tomfoolery. Writing, like anything that one shares with others needs to elicit a reaction, nothing major, maybe just a little chuckle, sigh or rage but something that moves the neurons in one's brain. But my writing barely moves me how could it be anything but rambling to anyone else? When I was traveling I always had something to say that would draw a comment, but now all i get is empty pages and words that drag on like Brett Farve's career.

Finding ...

So who knows. I feel, as many others do that there are more questions than answers. How are we supposed to proceed when at every turn there are greater unknowns and the only thing that is certain is that its going to be a ride. And most of the time one that is slow, with little thrill and pit stops along the way. But (I know its frowned upon but I like starting sentences with conjunctions) what else is there to do except move forward at a pace that is both comfortable but one that does not drown you with boring nothing.
I find myself wasting time on things of no consequence to anything. I find myself bored and unable to find something stimulating that both is productive (in a broad sense) and of interest. I find that I like to learn, but I have no original ideas and can't understand some concepts that I believe I should.