Every time someone says, “People are copying your writing style or say I write from GPT,” I shrug & smile. Unbothered.
I prophesized and expected it. Style is easy to copy. It’s like clothes. You can look like someone else in five minutes. You just have to notice what they’re wearing and put it on. GPT is good at that. It can wear anyone’s skin. Syntax, cadence, vocabulary, rhythm. All of it can be taught. All of it can be imitated.
But the difference is thought. Thought isn’t fashion. It's in my brain and you can’t borrow it.
That’s the thing most people miss. They assume thought is a ladder. Step one, step two, conclusion. But it’s not. Thought is closer to friction. It happens when things rub together. Two unrelated ideas. A memory and a mood. A fact and a feeling. That’s why real thinking feels strange. It doesn’t collides and is extremely discomfortable.
People ask me how I think. What they really want is a method. But there isn’t one. I don’t follow a process. I follow tension. I walk into bookstores and end up writing about death. I hear a line from a film and it loops in my head for days. I stare at a tree and remember a page from my physics textbook. None of this is useful. That’s why it matters.
Because the opposite of original thought isn’t ignorance but efficiency.
Efficient minds look for known paths. They search, summarize, synthesize. But original minds don’t want what’s known. They’re irritated by it. They don’t want conclusions. They want questions that bother them. Questions that make dinner uncomfortable. Questions that can’t be answered in a tweet.
The best thinkers I know don’t start with knowledge. They start with doubt.
They don’t ask, “What do I know?” They ask, “What feels off?”
Why do we treat success as health when it often feels like disease?
Why do we glorify tradition but mute the old?
Why do we speak of progress while avoiding pain?
You can’t program these questions. They’re not from a textbook. They’re from tension. From watching the world closely and refusing to look away when something feels wrong.
That’s why GPT will never replace the real thing. It can simulate what thought sounds like. But not where it comes from.
Because where it comes from is messy. Emotional. Sometimes even painful. It comes from sitting with discomfort long enough that a pattern starts to emerge. And that pattern becomes a sentence. And that sentence becomes a way of seeing.
So if you want to think better, stop asking what someone thinks. Start asking what disturbs them. Trace their sentences back to their sleeplessness.
Because that’s where originality begins. Not in syntax. But in struggle.
Annexure :
I used this picture because it visualizes what happens when imitation outpaces thought. You can copy the color, the brushstroke, even the technique but without foresight, you end up stuck in a corner of thinking.
Style without thinking is efficient. But it traps you. Only thought can see the floor before it's painted.My brain is a monkey and some days, it wrecks havoc beyond me. This Sunday is one of those days. Hence, woke up irritated, absolutely restlessness, and uncomfortable. Wrote a few lines in the morning.
Some days I wake with a storm in my head.
Full of noise, discomfort and restlessness,
My thoughts scatter before I can hold them.
Nothing makes sense.
Even breathing feels like work I didn’t ask for.
Today is one of such days.
Where I am stuck in a maze.