Art is made in hope. Hope that what I feel is not lost to the wind. Hope that someone shares the passion of my view, its beauty and its pain. Hope for a world that is cared for. Hope that leads to change and the goodness of others. Hope in a better me and you, where us and them is at an end.
Without hope, art is no more than the soon forgotten hollow call of a solitary soul.
In hope, make good.
Being open does not always make life easier or untroubled.
Disclosing myself, sharing what I truly think and feel risks the possibility of flight. The flight of a stranger or someone known who, as they listen, begins to feel too close, and with fear of this, leaves.
Some, if not most of the time, person to person, I take care not to be too much despite my longing to be with. Here, my words on page, this place of distance grants the chance to share, arm's-length.
1 year, 10 years, 100 years. A human life. A life of love, faith, and compassion. A life past and present. A life still hoping for their future. A life that would loose themselves in the wonder of the sky and cloud. A life full with the sound and shape of song, of poetry, and prayer. A life with community. A life with others and alone. A life of sacrifice. A life, not less, but more. A life of independence. I life of dependence. A life of goodness, of mystery, of privacy, feast, and abstention. A life of curiosity and excited apprehension.
William Shakespeare
A place where one fresh thought is presented every day.
Think This Today is the creation of Mike de Sousa, an artist, writer, and composer.