Original to be unoriginal.

Whenever I sit down to write, I am invariably struck with the fear that thoughts I’m going to share is not original of mine.  

I feel scared that whatever I’m going to pen down might already have been thought before, written before, said before, by someone somewhere.

If we take a human history of hundreds of, thousands of years, it is safe to assume that someone, somewhere, at some point in time, has done all of these already. 

Ours is an innovation obsessed society, the fear of getting exposed as an unoriginal is true paralyzing.

Every day we strive hard to remain and portray different to remain in the competition. But, the irony is, what we feel original is no longer is an original. 

In fact, it’s the recycling of thoughts and ideas. We just update them to reflect our present needs and status. We fear being labeled as unimaginative or non-creative.

It’s important to remember that despite the thoughts and concepts that repeat throughout the time, our filter of feelings, our past experience, and our own perspective, our own interpretation makes them different.

Our exclusivity is born, not from our thoughts, but through our sharing of these ideas, through our own voice.