It feels so helpless to write something original when all you do every time is Google stuff. When googling is the only inspiration you have had for the past few months then you really have to look deep inside to come up with something original. I wish I could develop some optimal path algorithm to reach back to my originality. But the mechanical me soon realizes that its not quite possible in this domain.
In this mechanical world where people work only on numbers, be it- the marks, the deadlines or the count of their likes, it is hard to find an inspiration. How do you differentiate between a bunch of individuals who have very little to separate them? Everyone's running the same mad race that has a finishing line no one knows about. Just that some proclaim to have won it while the others are made to believe their loss.
In this madness the outcasts make for a good inspiration. At least they have their own way in the madness. Thus to break the shackles and come out of this mechanical world one needs to become an outcast. One must learn to face the harshest and stupidest of criticism that comes his way. Thus any form of inspiration can come only from self and not outside.
A popular instance on this is being played out in the politics today. The mechanical rule had killed any inspiration whatsoever in the people of the country. Then the Aam Aadmi of our country looked upon itself for inspiration and successfully broke a few shackles. The rebels or the outcasts are now an inspiration for the millions of others like them. It doesn't matter who wins the race now, at least the mad race got some of its relevance back.
Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind.
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