In the few years I've walked the earth, I have picked up on this: the problem with looking out for all things new and original is that you miss out on the sweetness of what is already there. You fail to appreciate something in is own right, how depressing and exhausting to miss out on the beauty of a song or picture or a dress or a face, just because you happened to come across something similar. Did it somehow lose its preciousness because its not unique. Does lily of the valley lose its delicious smell and sweet soft bells because there are twenty in a row? No, they just increase in loveliness.
I don't deny the power of the striking, the surprising and unexpected - new things, different things and diversity are refreshingly captivating. The mind does need diversion. I mean, creativity fuels this little soul, but whats refreshing and new for me may have been done a million times already - does that make it any less so?
I find that life can also be found in going deeper or changing perspective on what is right before you. I've seen a pine tree 5,000,000 times but have I met this one yet? I have smelled sap before but does make it any less sweet? I've seen a believer interpretive dance to a Christian ballad before, I've seen her cry and move - but does it make this one less lovely? Less honest? Have I seen her? Likewise, I've heard that song on the radio five times in the last week (ok, the last day), but does that make the song anything less than what it was when the author wrote it and poured their soul into it? We don't compare (or shouldn't) people to other people, we love them for what they are right now regardless of how many people we've met. Then, why do we devalue music, art, and dance, the work of the human soul, because its popular or been done before? Does popularity make something less valuable? Does commonness now automatically make something lovely and good, unlovely or insubstantial?
No, I think we strive for newness and originality many times out of our own insecurities. We want to find things to brand ourselves and our interests, in a way that no one else has, so somehow we can be something, have meaning, be special enough to be noticed. So we're not really appreciating things for their own goodness, but using them or abusing them to gratify our own egos. Hmm, that sounds pretty silly to me - well, duh, that's why everyone hates to be called a hipster (because they know the philosophy and attitudes behind the movement are really really dumb) but secretly want to be one, because then you get to be critical, dismissive, and judgmental to set yourself a part, but you can just call yourself a foodie and go about your business! (and Kristina, I am NOT A HIPSTER! ;)
Goodness, true beauty, in all forms is good regardless of exposure and uniqueness. I wouldn't want goodness to be unique - there wouldn't be enough to sustain our aching appetites - true goodness is everlasting and hits its mark over and over again. Don't we love "Amazing Grace....how sweet the sound?" Give me my twenty sweet smelling lilies and overused verses - I want to drink in their eternal gorgeousness.
Isn't it time that hip and original become a little overrated? I think we can acknowledge that it's at least a tad exhausting to make it your god.