"those days when I am not inspired"

Though I do not consider writing as the most important thing in my life, I become worried a bit during those days when I am not inspired. Despite the fact I am able to enjoy the simplicity of life, I do not like these moments lacked of inspiration. It could sound not quite clear, but maybe this is because I feel that time is not always on our side and that somehow people expect us to do something, to write, when we are writers. There is anyway a pressure on us, and that is probably because we use to take time as an enemy to fight with. I rather suspect that there is actually no enemy but ourselves, and that this is the only problem we have, the only problem I have, better said. The idea of writing in terms of quantity could change dramatically our relationship with writing. The truth is – I know - that nobody really expect us to write and that world remains the same no matter we write or not. Nevertheless, why I cannot escape from this uneasiness when poetry is far a way from me?