I
mourn, but not for myself. I
mourn for those who lose the
ability to think and create on
their own. When one denies
themselves authenticity, they suffocate
their spirit and they deny the world of
the things that only they can uniquely
provide.
Imagine if Michelangelo decided
to carve out a bunch of pillars and
columns because that’s what was ‘hot’
at the time -- the Statue of David
wouldn’t exist. Or if Martin Luther
King Jr. opted to plagiarize an existing
speech in lieu of delivering his famous
‘I Have A Dream’ speech.
People struggle with being their
authentic selves every day. Some
of them are struggling due to
circumstance, while others are
willingly and purposely turning
themselves into clones of whatever’s
trending. Some are clones for so long
that only traces of their true identity
remain. This isn’t flattery. It’s the
death of originality. It’s sad. Instead, if
one builds their own brand and speaks
in their own voice, they will reach
the people who authentically speak
their language. That’s when the magic
happens.