I used to feel guilty for using what other people write as source of inspiration. It's not a good feeling since most of the things I write here were either inspired or triggered by other people's blogs, books, movies, art and conversations. I kind of felt I was not having an original idea and that may have made me feel bad. That was until I read this:
“Nothing is original. Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. Devour old films, new films, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows. Select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul. If you do this, your work (and theft) will be authentic. Authenticity is invaluable; originality is non-existent. And don’t bother concealing your thievery — celebrate it if you feel like it. In any case, always remember what Jean-Luc Godard said: “It’s not where you take things from — it’s where you take them to.” – Jim Jarmusch
I then understood that I am not stealing ideas but I am borrowing them and making them my own. I put my spin on them and the output always carries my personality and it also communicates my take on life. A friend once told me that reading my blog is just like talking to me. I felt proud because that's what this blog is all about: authenticity.
So now, instead of felling guilty, I am going to celebrate the amazing sources of inspiration I have around me and I will keep on doing my own thing.