For as long as we can remember, human beings have defined themselves by the things only they could do. We told stories around firelight when survival was fragile. We carved art into stone long before we learned to carve stone into tools. We painted, we composed, we sculpted, and eventually — we wrote.
These weren’t just hobbies. They were proof. Proof that we carried something within us no machine could imitate. Creativity was never about utility; it was about soul.
But now, everything feels… different.
In just a handful of years, we’ve watched a strange and unsettling shift. Machines have crept into the places we thought were uniquely ours. AI is painting portraits that win awards. It’s composing music so convincing it blurs the line between human and algorithm. It generates scripts in minutes, codes programs overnight, answers questions, translates languages, even replaces entire jobs that once took decades of study to master.
And here’s the part that unsettles me the most: this is only the beginning.
Still, many of us cling to one final comfort: writing is safe.
Because writing isn’t just arrangement of words. Writing is how we wrestle with our own minds. It’s memory, perspective, pain, longing — all distilled into sentences. To write is to stand face to face with your own soul and try, desperately, to pin it down in language.
Think of the novelist who loses herself in a character until she forgets where the character ends and she begins.
Think of the poet who folds an entire heartbreak into three aching lines.
Think of the journalist who risks everything for a single paragraph of truth.
That — we tell ourselves — cannot be faked.
But are we so sure?
Already we’ve seen AI write essays, craft speeches, even churn out novels. What began as robotic, clumsy mimicry is quickly becoming fluent, subtle, eerily human. With each new iteration, the words grow smoother, the rhythm more natural, the voice harder to distinguish from ours.
And so the haunting question surfaces:
If a piece of writing moves us, makes us think, makes us pause and feel something — does it matter who, or what, wrote it?
Some will insist yes, of course it matters. Authenticity is inseparable from meaning. To know another human heart beat behind the words gives them a weight no algorithm can carry. A love letter written by code isn’t a love letter at all — it’s an echo of an echo.
But others won’t be so certain. Because if the words still strike a chord, if they still stir something in us, who’s to say the origin changes their impact? Maybe meaning isn’t found in the author, but in the reader — in what the words awaken inside us.
That’s the crossroads we’re standing at now. On one side: the human story, centuries long, written in sweat, blood, and ink. On the other: a new frontier where machines can speak in voices nearly indistinguishable from our own.
And perhaps the most unsettling part is not the future we’re heading toward — but the possibility that the line we swore was sacred has already been crossed. Maybe it happened quietly, while we weren’t paying attention.
Maybe it’s happening right now.
…
Because guess what?
You see..
Everything written above those three periods.
WAS. WRITTEN. ENTIRELY. BY. FREAKING. AI!!! (I hope it wasn’t too obvious)
EVEN THE ART AND PREVIEW POSTS WERE CREATED BY AI. (Not the title though, I couldn’t let the machines have that haha)
I know.. There are countless “AI SCARY AND BAD” posts out there, it’s been done to death and everyone already knows it’s going to pretty much end us. But I don’t think people realize how far we are ALREADY THERE, and the psychology behind it. I never could have imagined that this would be possible.. And writing is just one of millions of examples of not only the arts, but other ventures like jobs and other professions. A.I. has so much potential and power to be a powerful tool to aid all of humanity, but we seem to be dead set in using it to REPLACE US. I swear deep inside it’s a symptom of Misanthropy, just like with hatred, war, nukes, etc.. We keep creating that which will end us. You know who absolutely LOVES AI? The billion dollar companies, they can’t wait to replace all their human workers with AI robots.. So they can save money. Already the job market has been devastated by this, and it looks very bleak for the future.
I think for there to be any real hope for us, there needs to limits as well as check and balances for AI. I think that for AI, it cannot be allowed to be without some kind of control. What legislation or new laws that would be, I have no idea. But they better come fast, because every single day AI is getting more advanced and more smarter. I mean people are literally leaving their normal human relationships and MARRYING THEIR AI PARTNER, it’s absolute insanity! Don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate AI or anything. I even use it sometimes lightly, mostly for what I call “throwaway questions”. Like for example: “Hey why is my car making a strange buzzing sound”, “what is the best part for my PC?”, “How do I beat this boss on level three of this specific game?”. Questions like that..
You know as a TOOL, like it should be.
I thought up this interesting analogy, I think you all will agree with it.. Think of AI like a hammer. We humans need to put a nail on a plank of wood, but we can’t use our fingers or hands for that. We need a tool, thats where hammer comes in handy. We use it as a tool to help and aid us in making our life easier. So you use the hammer to hammer in the nail, done deal everyone wins. But these damned companies and enabling politicians, just say why do we need the human anymore? Just install robo legs and arms on the hammers as well as a chip in it.. Have it do the work on its own, dump the unnecessary human so they can make more $$$. Thats the AI issue in a nutshell. We humans are quite literally obsolete now.. Now back to the whole art subject, especially writing.. I know its in peoples nature to want quick and easy, hell I like stuff quick and easy too. But (ironically) the AI prompt I had it generate did get one thing right that I completely agree with.. Art is truly only art if it was made AUTHENTICALLY, if it was made with meaning. Isn’t that the whole point of art? Its same concept as brand name items and knock off items.
If someone offered you either a genuine Gucci bag or a knock off counterfeit one that looked exactly the same in every way, which one would take? Obviously the real one. Why? BECAUSE IT MEANS SOMETHING. I means status, it means wealth, it means you are WORTH having the real thing, it means you aren’t a loser who buys fake garbage. If someone wrote you a love letter or had AI generated you a fake one, regardless of how good it was.. Which one would you like more? There isn’t a woman on this earth what would be caught dead wearing a fake diamond ring, even if it looked exactly like a real one. The point of these examples, is that no matter how advanced and capable AI is of mimicking real human work or art.. Is that it will never have the HEART in it, it will never be REAL. It wont mean anything, because a damn robot did it.
Art in all its forms(writing, paintings, music, etc..). Is not art because it “looks good”. It’s art because it was made from the hands of a human being. It means something.
My writings aren’t special because they sound good, they are special they came from my heart and soul. They are REAL AND RAW, as so many have told me.
And they know that most of all, that I wrote them with these hands 100%.
I know AI isn’t going anywhere, the future is coming whether we want it too or not.
It is inevitable.
I just hope in a world where AI and machines are rising.
That we don’t forget how to be human.
“Humans are obsolete”.
Maybe so.
But not without a fight we aren’t.
If nothing else, at the end of the day.
When it comes to my written work.
At least I know, deep in my heart...
No AI can replace me.
How about you?
