On being original.
I’ve been wanting to document my thoughts on Medium for quite a while, but have been held back by my own hesitation of what I can contribute to this community that has not been said by somebody else already. Of course, this thought is fuelled by a network of other (often, evolving) self-beliefs that we can explore in future posts. But for now, something I wrote down when I thought about the concept of being original/unique:
I experience moments of severe doubt about my worth, my capabilities, and my potential. I get scared to chase those dreams that seem so far out of reach. Who am I? How am I different?
I remind myself in those moments that I’m a collation of all the people, pieces of art, pages of literature, architecture and experiences that fuel my heart and soul. I’m an expression of the ideals and values that I am passionate about and that I’ve adopted from those that inspire me. I’m not completely original, will never be, and don’t need to be. I’m an explorer, a collector, an interpreter of this world. And I want to share my experience with you.
“…If we’re free from the burden of trying to be completely original, we can stop trying to make something out of nothing, and we can embrace influence instead of running away from it.” — @austinkleon
Till next time,
Angel
P.S. Hello, fellow dreamers and doers of Medium. Let’s be friends.
