This great “Seven Sentence” story was sent in to by R.G. Ryan out of Las Vegas. RG is an amazing writer and you can check out more of his stuff at R.G.Ryan
He sits there day after day in an office cubicle looking for all the world like one of the characters from a Dilbert comic strip…the only difference is, their lives are funny, and Duane’s is anything but.
He typically wears nondescript clothing stretched tightly over a body that has seen way too many double cheeseburgers; his face unremarkable save for the uncommonly sad eyes that peer in stuporous boredom through comically thick glasses.
Sometimes during the long, often sleepless hours of the night he allows his mind to roam freely across the landscape of the life he dreams of living—a best-selling novelist writing stories of passion and power.
But then the morning comes and with it the cold reality that dreams…are just that.
I’ve met many people just like Duane who have snuffed out the last, flickering embers of their dreams believing with a desolate conviction that there is no use in clinging to that which can never be.
Desperation is a relentless gray stalker, following us down the days, intent on sapping the last vestiges of hope from our souls and thereby turning destinies into a sad caricature of what might have been.
One songwriter has said, “If wishes were horses then dreamers would ride,” and this brief blog post is a call for dreamers to saddle up, because nothing beats despair like a well-envisioned dream and the one who walks steadfastly, unwaveringly toward its realization.
I am becoming morbidly averse to the frequency with which the word “conversation” is being used.
Yesterday somewhere in South Central, Los Angeles I am sure a young teenager was probably sent to the principles office for a “conversation” after bringing a firearm to school.
The trouble with “conversation” is that it is so overused, that the word is now broken and it needs to go away for a while before coming back. Conversation now means an overtly inane and self-important discussion where all parties pretend to have no agenda, it has now become a discussion without conflict or absolutes.
Conversation originally designed to enhance relationships is fast becoming a vehicle (method) for avoiding emotional conflict and is hence becoming detrimental. Are we pretending to listen and engage and then patting ourselves on the back for doing so?
Let’s get together for an argument instead.
Imagine a thing… go on do it…
But what sort of “a thing… is it an object, an event, a relationship or an invention?
The questions just keep on rolling… and because we continue to ask them, the wheels of our imagination remain firmly stuck on the logical left side of our brain.
So often we come to the creative process with a subconscious agenda, some fixed notion of what it means to be creative, or some peculiar idea about having to get things RIGHT.
But everything we are about to do is imaginary,it is not right or wrong; “a moral imaginary world” doesn’t exist because it is all make believe… so RELAX and TRUST… the time for censorship is LATER.
Your life is like a blank canvas, an unwritten song, an empty blog or a white blank page; you can create WHATEVER with the space that you’ve been given.
The desire to get it right is…WAGING A WAR… against our CREATIVE FREEDOM.
After much debate I have decided to open up Seven Sentences to others who may wish to Guest Blog on our site. Can you do it?
I would love to have your voice on our site, make it more like a chorus than a solo…
Click here SEVEN SENTENCE GUEST BLOGGERS to view the guidelines and criteria…
We need your voice, your seven sentences of creative truth, your journey because our voices are louder together than they are separate. Check out the guidelines… again it’s SEVEN SENTENCE GUEST BLOGGERS and PAUSE for a moment…
Can you do it?
Continuing from yesterday… if your dream has died, do not despair for it will be reborn; what you dreamed once you can dream again. I say again do not despair.
For we see so little of our dream, we understand only the tiniest portion of our own story, we see only the tiny thread of a great narrative that is being woven throughout all of time. Perhaps your dream had to die to germinate. Perhaps you believed it to be about one thing but it is/was about so much more!
Our dreams don’t exist in isolation, they are not woven and spun by the magic in our own minds, they are (I believe) planted inside of us by the hand of God himself.
The tomb was empty on Easter Sunday morning, what was forever lost was suddenly an miraculously forever found… do not despair… ask for another dream.
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Don’t you hate it, when a “precious dream” dies. Even though the most optimistic, positive people have to face the fact that “our lives” are filled with passing unfulfilled, incomplete dreams. Dreams that never took flight, dreams that never lived, dreams that died before their time.
Your dream could be a piece of art, your dream could be a career, it could be a marriage, a child or a friend. This world is not perfect, we don’t always get what we want.
If your dream has died a lonely death, if your dream is slipping out of your tightly clenched hands… grieve my friends grieve… Don’t deny the pain of what was lost, but don’t stay wallowing in your pain forever either.
Nearly two thousand years ago, the christian story tells us that a dream was utterly destroyed on a Friday… and on the Saturday, the dreamers wept and struggled with despair… but the next day the tomb was empty and the dream was reborn… in a form more magnificent than they could ever have imagined.
Thinking too much early in the creative process will kill your project. The trouble for me is that I don’t realize that I’m “over thinking” I just slowly fall back into the habit.
If you want to create something truly unique you can’t allow yourself to be rationale in the genesis of your creation; you have to be wild and free. I am discovering that the type of questions we ask ourselves are vital to this process…
Any question that pulls on your doubt or skepticism needs to be eliminated, or they will undermine your creativity and leave you paralyzed. Remember “creation” is primarily an act of love, so anything that comes against “your love” needs to be defeated, suppressed or ignored.
Perfect love casts out all fear… so get yourself out of the way, simply LOVE what you are creating.
Continuing from yesterdays post… the posture we adopt in our relationships with others is far more important than the language that we use. There is nothing worse than being preached at by a stranger, who hasn’t taken the TIME to listen to your story, your journey, what you have to offer…
Assumptions kill me, it doesn’t matter if they are right or wrong… they come from a place of high posture. High posture comes from a place of fear or ego; people run to higher ground when they are afraid. Being simple and being yourself is the only way that “true synergy” can occur in the collaborative process.
It’s difficult to let all your inadequacies hang out in a place like Hollywood where there is so much posturing, it’s tough to ask questions that highlight your ignorance in a place where everyone is trying to sell you… themselves. Yet, the prize in the end will go to the brave soul who is not afraid of his own ignorance… for only he will find true friends.
The top down leadership model is dead. If it’s not dead then it needs to die, it never really worked anyway. It’s just a form of slavery with cash included; it raises people up by pushing others down.
My teacher is Doctor Hollywood, the homeless dude at the end of the free-way off-ramp in Pasadena, he knows more about life, more about people, more about joy in the midst of pain and suffering than you and I could possibly imagine. We want to help him, put him in a home, get him off the streets, make ourselves feel better about ourselves… or we want to ignore him, convinced by our own assumptions that he “really” doesn’t want to be helped at all… Here is the truth…
Top down leadership doesn’t work for Doctor Hollywood and it doesn’t work for me or you… it has failed, that’s why he’s at the end of the free-way and you and I just drive on by.
The way to truly lead is through listening, humility and friendship… avoiding the pungent misnomer that anybody requires our help or our leadership…
P:S: For some reason I feel angry about this… please share your views too…