Compassion = a deep awareness of and sympathy for another’s suffering.
If you had not suffered as you have, there would be no depth to you as a human being, no humility, no compassion.
– Eckhart Tolle
Art by Duy Huynh.
Words are everywhere…They float about and run towards us since forever and shape our fragile childhood dreams.
Words make us humane. Our entire being is constructed upon words.
And then we become in debt… We owe a “Good morning”, a “Good night”, a “I miss you”, a “I love you”, a “Thank you” … if we are lucky.
Words storm over us in apprehension of our hearts. We name feelings, colors, sentiments, passions. We imagine stories and name our heroes. We become enchanters and share the limelight of our stories. We fall in love.
We owe nothing but WORDS. And promises, commitments, visions, dreams and magic…
Flock of words travel to us every day. Some we hear. Some are left in a deaf haze, unanswered and alone.
Words are powerful. Yet they need a power which does not lie within themselves. As it lies within you. Give power to your words! Shape them clear and make them swift, concise and lasting.
I run a words business. No matter how much I give, I am still in debt… For many years and many blissful days. I give power to your words and shape them correctly in sentences free of doubt and alive with promises…
We always keep.
Art – Inspiration by Michael Cheval.
Glow-worm = a beetle, the females and young of which produce a green light from the tail.
“We are all worms. But I believe I am a glow-worm.”
– Winston Churchill
Art by Asako Eguchi.
Silt = sand, soil, mud, etc., that is carried by flowing water and that sinks to the bottom of a river, pond, etc.
“Seas move away, why not lovers? The harbours of Ephesus, the rivers of Heraclitus disappear and are replaced by estuaries of silt. The wife of Candaules becomes the wife of Gyges. Libraries burn.”
― Michael Ondaatje, The English Patient
Michael Ondaatje’s words are plain wizardry about visible wars and the invisible, the ones we battle everyday with us, shadows, dust and smoke. Nobody has molded love and life in such astounding stories.
He was born on the 12th of September, 73 years ago, in Sri Lanka.
Art by Vincent van Gogh.
What is entrepreneurship?
An idea, packaged into an alluring story, heralding a product designed as the solution to a problem.
How do you start?
Suppose you have a passion to find a pattern for your product and your business model. Decipher your passions and find your skills. Build on your product and create the words for an enchanting package. Start your enterprise as if you were starting a new love story. This would be your other love and type of love because you put more than just time into your idea.
Brain fueling for your idea is always hard. All the more reason you should make use of your best. Your skills. Your skills will always help you in the direst of times. One should never stop looking for new ones as time is limited. In everything, your skills will make do.
You are likely to fail with your idea. Predictions break apart when you transfer them from paper to practice. Nothing seems to be the same. On this rugged path, you wish you had struck gold. Literally. You do business with people that assess you, judge you, jeer you, appreciate you…Everybody wants nothing but the best. And they often offer nothing in return.
No matter what you sell or do, do it right and well. Even if you don’t sell gold, leave an impression and a mark. Get the job done. If possible, leave a trail of delight that later will lead them back to you. And whatever you do, ask a simple question: Can I get away with it? Can I get away with my story/presentation/performance? We are all non/artists until we promise ourselves to put our passions into practice and become entrepreneurs.
“Art is what you can get away with.”
– Andy Warhol
Art by Rafal Olbinski.
Go-between = someone who takes messages between people who are unable or unwilling to meet:
“Between the wolf in the tall grass and the wolf in the tall story there is a shimmering go-between. That go-between, that prism, is the art of literature.”
–Vladimir Nabokov
Art by Vincent Van Gogh.
By-product = something that is produced as a result of making something else, or something unexpected that happends as a result of something else:
“Happiness is not a goal…it’s a by-product of a life well lived.”
– Eleanor Roosevelt
Art – the fantastic mix of color and light by Eugene Lushpin.
Glitch = a small problem or fault that prevents something from being successful or working as well as it should.
“It is your glitch that makes you great.”
–Steven Furtich
Art by Duy Huynh.
Imagination doesn’t come easy or cheap. Sometimes words slide gracefully into polished sentences and sometimes they stumble in incredibly incongruous ideas that represent nothing.
Write what goes through your mind. Then shape and polish the sharp edges. Have your thoughts run wild and tame them a little. Not too much.
Find sources of inspiration in everything you see, read, watch. Write them down and make up a story.
Listen to people. They are stories on two legs. They can give you hints of lives you could never know.
Write the truest sentence that you know. “I would stand and look out over the roofs of Paris and think, ‘Do not worry. You have always written before and you will write now. All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know.’ So finally I would write one true sentence, and then go on from there.”
– Ernest Hemingway
I always start with the truth, it is more illuminating and saner than everything we can imagine.
Art by Vincent van Gogh.
“I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us. If the book we’re reading doesn’t wake us up with a blow on the head, what are we reading it for? So that it will make us happy, as you write? Good Lord, we would be happy precisely if we had no books, and the kind of books that make us happy are the kind we could write ourselves if we had to. But we need the books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea inside us. That is my belief.” -Franz Kafka
I illustrate with one of the incredible worlds of Vladimir Kush.
