Do you ever feel like you’re just a derivative? Like even as you stand in full Technicolor glory, there’s someone out there who makes you look like a pale irrelevant shadow? This doesn’t even have to be a specific someone, just a conception that somewhere out there, is the original of you and here you stand, a flimsy fax copy. Originality is perhaps the most endangered of traits. There is not just one of you but many multiples of you. People are unique but only in their (sometimes) original combinations of unoriginal facets. How many people have been true trailblazers? Purely original? Ever had an original idea? Me neither. My mind is a derivative of all that I have read and all that I have heard.



Challenge me to say something original. I don’t know if I can do it. But the thing is, that’s okay. People are content to just be as one. Mass communications fight us every day for our attention spans and our opinions. The world is starting to get too big too fast and our minds are suffering. Original thought is hardly even rejected nowadays because it is hardly ever conceived. We are all trying to either subvert the paradigm or flow with it. The sad thing is, I don’t know if I can think of anything fundamentally wrong with that. Or how to fight against it. How dark is the day when you realize you’re just a second-hander?