In his book Drops Like Stars, Rob Bell tells a story...
Love him or hate him, Bell is a creative. A man that has a way with words. Call him a heretic, praise him as a genius...I don't really care...just don't miss the forest for the trees...please.
...In his book Drops Like Stars, Rob Bell tells a story of a ceramics class.
As an experiment in creativity the teacher split the class into two separate groups.
One group was to be graded by quantity of the work they produced.
The other was to be graded by the quality of the work they produced.
When it came to the end of the semester he found that the group tasked with producing quantity had produced the works with the best quality.
While this groups worked and tried and discovered and made mistakes, they learned how to be better at their craft. They failed at things and improved. They tried and got better.
The other group was scared to move in fear of making a mistake. They read books on how to produce quality work. They made theories. They did little else.
Love him or hate him, Bell is a creative. A man that has a way with words. Call him a heretic, praise him as a genius...I don't really care...just don't miss the forest for the trees...please.
...In his book Drops Like Stars, Rob Bell tells a story of a ceramics class.
As an experiment in creativity the teacher split the class into two separate groups.
One group was to be graded by quantity of the work they produced.
The other was to be graded by the quality of the work they produced.
When it came to the end of the semester he found that the group tasked with producing quantity had produced the works with the best quality.
While this groups worked and tried and discovered and made mistakes, they learned how to be better at their craft. They failed at things and improved. They tried and got better.
The other group was scared to move in fear of making a mistake. They read books on how to produce quality work. They made theories. They did little else.
The 'quality' group had sat theorizing about perfection, and in the end had little more to show for their efforts than grandiose theories and a pile of dead clay.
Sometimes we are afraid to create.
Sometimes we fear to try because it won't be perfect. So we turn on the TV. Stare blankly at our smart phones.
The fact of the matter is it won't be perfect. It won't.
but if I write a book that is only 65% perfect, it will affect more lives than if I theorize about a book that is 100% perfect....but just in my head.
Release what's inside of you. Even if it isn't perfect....just keep swimming....just keep swimming....you'll get better. You'll find your voice...I believe in you.
I really do.
Sometimes we fear to try because it won't be perfect. So we turn on the TV. Stare blankly at our smart phones.
The fact of the matter is it won't be perfect. It won't.
but if I write a book that is only 65% perfect, it will affect more lives than if I theorize about a book that is 100% perfect....but just in my head.
Release what's inside of you. Even if it isn't perfect....just keep swimming....just keep swimming....you'll get better. You'll find your voice...I believe in you.
I really do.
*image credit: http://www.fhu.edu/belltower/post/2012/03/06/Ceramics-Art-Exhibit-Visits-Troy-Plunk-Art-Gallery.aspx
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