It's so difficult to be original. Not that I consciously try to be original but on extremely rare occasions I have a thought process of sorts that stimulates an arousal out of my usual going-through-the-daily-grind semi-stupor and allows me, for one brief, shining moment to transcend humdrum existence. To slip the surly bonds of earth! To rise above the lesser, unoriginal mortals that persist in cluttering my stoic march toward destiny! To believe that I might have actually had an original thought!
Then usually, when the caffeine wears off, or when some kind soul, with honeyed tongue and malice in their heart, points to my feet of clay (Is the cliched drift apparent yet?) my illusions are shattered.
Recently, after much careful consideration (or perhaps frustration) I told someone who lives with me (names are withheld to protect the guilty) that I had thought of the perfect motto for her: Live Life Loud. It seemed so appropriate, so descriptive, and like Einstein's famous equation E=MC^2, so simple yet elegant. With unbounded appetite for life (and anything remotely edible!) she eagerly embraced and magnified it, neatly neutralizing my verbal assault and vowing to tatoo the phrase on her very body! Well, what can one do except shake one's head with a certain amount of grudging admiration and retreat to plot the next skirmish.
Sadly, I was informed by another (We'll call her Kind Soul.) that my phrase was certainly not original and had in fact been popular in the 80s. So, somewhat deflated, I Googled the phrase. I didn't find any reference to anything in the 80s but it turned out to be the title track to Christian rock band Hawk Nelson's 4th album. What irony!
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