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Hidden under the sun

Hidden under the sun 🌞
Many young people today are moving with this notion that everything is already in existence. Therefore, the ideas are exhausted. Nothing to anticipate on. All these things have lead to kill dreams and made purposes unfulfilled.
"I've looked everywhere but its all in existence; nothing to trigger the world anymore, all the ideas have been exhausted. Even though I think of one, boom! It's already  invented by someone else. I'm tired, I'm just really tired!. The truth is, there is nothing hidden under the sun."
These are the words of Idika my younger brother who has successfully roared like a lion all in the name of expressing his emotions about the inventions of almost everything he has thought about.  Watching him grow up was a wonderful experience because he was just so mystical. Everything he did was always out of the blues. Sometimes it made me laugh but sometimes it got me thinking about how great he will be when he grows up. He is internally built with creativity. Construction and reconstruction is just something Idika is known for. He can pick out nothing and make it something. Just like the almighty God, who makes the rejected stone the chief corner Stone, that's how he treats things.
Well idika still had this desperate life in collaboration with his determined spirit to invent what someone hasn't done before. Unfortunately he didn't find any but fortunately he found. It's confusing right? Yes but he honestly found something.
After a few years, he discovered he could build on an already existing idea which will still involve his personal ideas and creations. After purchasing some equipments, he began to construct his own even though it was already in existence. To him, it was a background or a stepping stone to invent his ideas. This made him still feel superior as the original inventor of the idea.
As for me, I believe our thoughts are unique despite the fact that it falls in the same trade line with others. Creativity differs too. Get to discover those things and inspirations will not be a challenge.  Just like the plants go through photosynthesis in order to grow and survive, so do your purpose. Remember if you don't, there is something big still hidden under the sun that needs to be seen, recognized, embraced and celebrated.

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