A terrible life…

15 Apr

So far only one person has been brave enough to take up Easter Sunday’s seven sentence challenge (A perfect life), so I’ve decided to broaden the challenge… can you describe a terrible life or a terrible world?

I’m not being cynical, it’s just that often in the creative process its a powerful thing to work with opposites. 

Lets use an example: Suppose you are a manager and you have an important memo/email to write to all the people in the office about keeping the lunch room tidy; but for some reason you are not quite sure how this memo should begin. Well I’m sure you could imagine at least seven highly inappropriate ways of starting such an email… “to the fat pigs that regularly trough up MY lunch room!” Interestingly enough even though this would be an unwise and possibly ineffectual way of writing such an email, it is probably closer to revealing the deep emotional truth (how you really feel about the situation), than the politically correct version you were first contemplating.

7 things that make the world terrible… poverty, hunger, loneliness, confusion over sex, war, greed and sometimes me.

7 things that make the world lovely… abundance, fresh fruit, wonderful friends, deep love, tolerance, generosity and sometimes me.

P:S: The competition continues… the winning post will be next Sunday’s blog


5 Responses to “A terrible life…”

  1. Huey15- from twitter April 15, 2009 at 11:57 pm #

    i look around wandering where i am, not an idea to where i might be. people have conversations around you but you do not hear. lights are everywhere but you can not see. the beautiful ladies perfume you can not smell. the ground you stand on you can not touch. the satisfaction of the cigarette you can not taste. i know now that it is to late, and i have over stayed my welcome. this bar has officially got me way to drunk

  2. Rachel inlovewith God April 15, 2009 at 4:54 pm #

    Walking alone in the darkness without hope in your heart. An idea in your head, a murder, a rape, a unholy lie that plagues your very soul, an idea that may hinder your every moral fibre. In that dark place, a street so narrow you cannot really call it a street, its raining and you have a gun in your hand. You cannot stand being with yourself any longer, your mother just died your father doesnt acknowledge you and you just found out you have the same disease as your mum. What can you do but to rebel against God?

    • Rachel inlovewith God April 15, 2009 at 4:55 pm #

      not sure if thats seven sentences lol

      • geofftalbot April 15, 2009 at 4:57 pm #

        I like it… visual, viseral and creative….


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