It’s impressive how some people have perfected the art of copy-paste, shame originality isn’t included in the subscription. 😏 It’s truly a talent, the way you take other people’s work and dress it up as your own. Every post, every idea, every clever turn of phrase you share carries the faint scent of someone else’s effort, and yet you act as if the applause belongs solely to you.
While the rest of us spend hours thinking, creating, and pouring pieces of ourselves into our work, you glide by on shortcuts, on stolen creativity, like a ghost haunting the edges of someone else’s brilliance. It must feel strange, living in a world of borrowed words, borrowed laughter, borrowed inspiration, where originality is a stranger and authenticity is a myth. One day, when the borrowed applause fades and the empty echo of imitation surrounds you, you might notice that what you thought was influence was just reflection, and reflection never outshines the sun that created it.