When I closed my eyes, I saw a picture of a rusty old gutter with a hole in it.
Now you could look at this rusted out old piece of guttering and say that it was not good for anything anymore. It was designed to carry water from the roof to the drain and now it can’t do it’s job efficiently anymore… trash it.
But that rusted old piece of gutter was good for one thing though. It was good to the piece of grass that that lay underneath that rusty old hole. While the rest of the lawn was brown and dry this piece of grass remained green and watered.
Sometimes we leak goodness out of our rusty broken parts… age and failure have humbled us and made us more useful.
I’m not talking about our physical bodies, I’m simply asking you how much of your soul are you willing to reveal to the world?
Our culture often makes the grave mistake of confusing ‘openness” with integrity & honesty. You can tell every soul you meet every sordid detail of your entire life and have zero integrity.
Confession does not by necessity equate to honesty; for if I were to confess to you that I hardly ever tell the truth… that confession would not make an honest man it would simply define me as openly dishonest.
When it comes to the internet and the social networks I would advise that you to be both open and honest… the open part is easy (it’s just talking), the honest part is hard.
2012 Copyright Seven Sentences – Social Media Strategies
I wanted to tell you that you are really an uncut diamond capable of great things. I wanted to tell you that you could do whatever you wanted to do. I wanted to encourage you to forget yourself, to abandon all that you are to a life of faith and service to others.
But the more I wrote, the more I deleted, I don’t want you to be “inspired” to be different, to be better, to be someone else.
I actually want you to know that the striving, self-help and personal motivation will most likely either leave you proud (if you win) or disappointed (when you fail); and sometimes both.
This uninspiring blog is to written to confirm the most universally obvious fact of all time… we are inherently imperfect and in this life the best we can hope for is to remain in the humble knowledge of our imperfection… AGREE?
2012 Copyright Seven Sentences – Uninspiring Blog Post
Imagine falling in love for the first time; you can’t eat, you can’t sleep, you can’t think about anything other than the one you love; your artistic life has been wrecked and you can no longer create.
This kind of love is a dangerous thing… for it forces the artist to face the truth, life is about something far greater than his or her own art. For though the pen maybe mightier than the sword… glorious love is greater than them all.
A pen may write a million words in a fervent search for love, and yet it may never find. For love can never be found on a page, or a stage, or inside a frame. Love is found not in the work of our hands but in the very fabric of our hearts…
Pardon the interruption… but when love comes and interrupts your creativity… take heed for love has not come to steal it has come to… love…
2012 Seven Sentences Copyright – Creative Sentences About Love
Below is our first blog entry from February 7th, 2009. 1000 plus posts later… I had to edit it a little, because back then it wasn’t even seven sentences.
I have a big dream and tt’s crazy, illogical and marvelous.
I want to make films that reach out and touch the world, the world is of course ordinary people just like you and me. I want to make the world richer and better for knowing me, some of you reading of this may be thinking… “He’s such a dreamer!”…of course I am.
This week I was struck again by the notion that it is the truly small, innocent acts that change the world. Summer showers get a lot less publicity that tropical cyclones but they do a lot more good.
It’s the little interactions in our daily lives that have the great exponential power. The people you pass on your way today are important… enjoy them.
2012 Copyright Seven Sentences – First Seven Sentences Blog Post Ever
Perhaps there are no coincidences, perhaps life is not a random stream of chance interactions and unorganized events?
To think this way is both a blessing and a curse.
If life is “simply random” then there are people who cross my path for no specific or ordained purpose. I am therefore free to ignore that homeless friend and I am free to follow my dreams refusing to be distracted from the path on which I walk.
But if life is ordained and ordered by some higher power then I am forced to consider that the people I meet are important and these interruptions may have been “arranged.”
The absence of “co-incidence” can weigh heavily on our shoulders because for some, an “ordained purpose” confers with it an overt sense of responsibility.
But perhaps what we actually owe the people who interrupt our day is still entirely up to us; the absence of coincidence does not infer a “life time commitment” to every person who crosses our path… maybe all it requires is a smile.
Don’t fall in love with your dream or fantasize about artistic success, riches, power or prestige.
Most dream chasers are naturally drawn towards the spotlight, but when we crave it, when we worship the idea of it, something terrible happens…
We lose the purity in our art and the soul goes out of our music.
The moment we choose/make “our art” all about ourselves, we taint the purity of our creation with our own self-indulgence and we lose the trust of our audience. The strong tendency to self-absorption and self promotion affects every artist, it doesn’t matter who we are, or what we have achieved; we have to work hard to fight against it.
The problem begins when we aspire and obsess about our dream, focusing on what it could do for us, rather than what it may lend to our audience.