At some point while reading the article, a reader might feel the text is being stolen, that the emotion has been expressed elsewhere, that the write up is not original. I don't blame you, dear friend. It might so happen that the writer read it too, somewhere, months ago and just got deeply connected to it. She beheld the emotion long enough to feel one with it, to start believing it to be her own creation. The words get entrenched in the heart and she finds herself incapable of telling her own phrases from other's. She stops making efforts and opens her heart to the paper. That's where she becomes fearlessly herself, terribly honest and insanely unreserved. Words and emotions find their way from her heart to muscles through pen and on paper. It doesn't matter if that makes her pen the exact same feelings which has been expressed by others before. She is being candid with her thoughts while scribbling them. Expressing her own emotions with anecdotes from others' life makes her feel one with the universe and the force that keeps it together.
I don't blame you to believe I'm unoriginal. May be I read it somewhere, the idea. May be I built on it, that idea. Maybe I got too involved to reckon it all started on a stolen idea.I don't blame you when you find it unoriginal but she can't be blamed either, because one can't control what she feels.