Thoughts about Writing

When you think about it, what is new, what can I possibly write that is not already written? What is the answer that comes to your mind? A thought or an idea that crosses my mind might, nay, most definitely, have occurred to someone else at some point of time. It is possible that they have worked on that idea and created something extraordinary out of it. So when you write or create something, is it something brand new or just another version of something pre existing and you are somehow just adding your own point of view to not an entirely new concept. Sometimes before naming a piece I google the first ever title that pops up on my mind and not surprisingly enough there I find numerous pieces already existing with the exact same title, contents may vary or take a different form, suppose I might have assigned that title to a poem I've written but google results show that there are existing songs, movies, bands or articles with that exact same combination of five words out of billions of other words but it of course revolves around the same central idea or the theme, at least. So those people too have pondered and chosen this exact combination of words and decided it was good enough to represent their work, just like me, right now. That adds an extra pressure on you if you are hoping to create something unique, exciting and new, something that no one else could have ever thought of. But I think I am wise enough to know that is not possible. It is not only valid in the case of art or literature but when you look back you'll find out multiple cases of scientific discoveries and inventions that came out simultaneously and usually from two entirely different parts of the world. Considering it was pre-internet and pre-telephone times, we can assume that flow of information wasn't as fast as we know of today, so the geographical seperation made sure one was unaware of any such developments and didn't merely copy the other but rather thought of it themselves and surprisingly enough at the same time. So after discarding the first title, I think of a new one and this time I do not google it because I cannot be let myself be disappointed the second time around that would just make me want to not write anything anymore. So I save myself from that. Of course the idea of owning a thought or a concept or even a title is absurd, you are not the only one entitled to it but what bothers me is the fact that at times it might raise self doubt and make you question if you were ever creative enough? Sometimes looking at someone else's work I feel utmost awe, enchantment and admiration for the person, nay, for that beautiful brain of theirs, how can it create something so raw, something so pure that no matter your differences those words will still touch a chord somewhere. And moments later I think about myself, about my work, about my words, has my words ever reached and touched another person, was I ever or will ever be able to create a similar enough impact on another person? Will another soul remember me for my words? And am I even supposed to call myself a writer if only a few proses are my creation and jotting down my thoughts is not yet my profession but merely a passion? When does one earn the title and honour of being called a writer? Is it when you secretly pen down our thoughts in your diary late at night or when you take up writing as a full time job or when you publish your work and earn fame for the same or is it when your words actually starts to impact the world? I ponder about that too. And now that we have come to a conclusion that no idea ever belongs to one and only one person, it makes me wonder what is more praiseworthy: is it Shakespeare's great work or his resolve to put his work out in the world for people to read, see and understand and his endurance to accept praise and criticism all at once? I wonder how many gifted Shakespeare's have kept their work hidden from the world and let dust pile up until they've eventually given up, doubting and questioning themselves and out of fear, even before they were known, even before they were born...