The first time I heard it, it was great. It was ground-breaking. It was innovative.
No one had ever said it quite like that.
The second time I heard it, it reinforced what was said the first time. The meaning was confirmed, the value was evident.
This is real.
But as time wore on, and more people said it, something felt different.
The impact was lessened, the novelty had worn off.
Still, the message is being delivered with the same conviction and passion as before but the world had grown weary of hearing it said the same way, over and over from a million different voices, many of whom are just cheap imitation knockoffs of the original.
The idea doesn’t have the fresh scent of discovery and epiphany, but rather the fake, cloying smell of taxi-cab air freshener.
Screaming at people, with passion and conviction that the world is round, is no longer disruptive. Telling people that they have everything inside of them to accomplish their dreams seems trite.
Today’s barrage of wannabe motivational speakers and get rich quick schemesters have diluted the real messages and overshadowed the invisible sounds of hard work. Now it’s only hard work if you tell people about it.
Pics or it didn’t happen.
The sad part is, the message is good, but the mechanism for delivery and the chorus of parrots have weakened the effect.