We Are NOT Replaceable

      Shoutout to Feodor Chistyakov for the photo/Unsplash

We need uniqueness. Humanity. And nothing can replace that. We can either have that, or lose it all.

Let me start by saying that I've always loved to write. When I was in high school my essays were full of creativity and story, I'd get lost in my own words and imagination. Isn't that the point of writing? 

After I finished school instead of writing stories I started to get immersed into the devotional and poem world. My writing has always been close to my heart, what I believe, and everything I experience. 

However, lately with the increasing use of AI, I've fallen into the trap to believe that my ideas aren't polished and perfect enough, and let's be honest we have fallen into this trap. And with that I wonder - Where's our thinking? 

That's when for the first time I lost interest and motivation to write. In my head 🗣️ there was a voice saying: "what's the point? It's going to have flaws, you need it polished by AI" It can write for you. So I'm not needed anymore." I don't need to write. 

The path humanity is taking is starting to get dangerous. AI can write. It gives you all the answers. It does it for you. Isn't our brain made for thinking? Are we really going to have things handed to us that easily? What more will it steal from us? 

I bet you didn't expect that I'd write about this in my blog. But I write what affects me. We write to give ourselves a voice. That's where the passion comes from. 

Last but not least I've come to realise that it cannot replace us.

The perfect polished AI results aren't what humanity yearns for. We want the uniqueness, heartfelt, flawed, messy writing that comes from the heart. We want to live. To use our thinking. To learn and grow and not stay stagnant.

I'm not saying I'm against the use of AI, I'm saying: let it help you learn, but don't let it replace you. Don't let it change you & erase your uniqueness. All the power is in your (our) hands. 

Here I am writing again. It's not the AI version of perfection. It's just my version of perfection: absolutely messy. And I love it. Cheers to building this by myself, for growing and deciding to stay in my own journey where I'm moving.