AI isn’t outpacing humans because it’s too powerful. It’s outpacing us because it’s too fast for our level of comprehension. The real advantage won’t be in who can generate the most. It’ll be in who can interpret the mess.

We keep trying to fix the algorithm
without asking what it’s reflecting. AI doesn’t need to be more ethical. We do.

AI writing erotica isn’t progress. It’s loneliness disguised as innovation. We keep teaching machines to feel,
while forgetting how to.

A good friend sent this to me, and it hit at the right time. Some years feel like they’re testing you pushing, pulling, demanding answers you don’t have yet. Other years feel like they’re revealing the why behind everything that came before.

Never give or help with an expectation. At first, it felt obvious. Of course, generosity should be selfless. But the more I sat with it, the more I realized how often we attach strings without even meaning to.

Meta just laid off 3,600 people—5% of its workforce. At this point, layoffs in tech aren’t surprising. But calling them performance-based cuts? That’s a new level of corporate cruelty.

There’s a kind of love that sharpens the world, makes colors richer, time slower, and the ordinary feel like magic. The kind that catches you off guard, even years in, with how much it means. If you’ve found it, you know. And if you haven’t yet, I hope you do. Nothing else quite compares.

It’s funny how something so small can flip your whole day around. That’s what this poem gets so right, a crow shaking snow off a tree shouldn’t matter, but it does.

Making soup is a commitment. You don’t just throw things in a pot and hope for the best, you build it, layer by layer. The onions come first, cooked down until they’re barely a memory. Garlic at just the right moment, too soon and it burns, too late and it’s weak.

Feeling pain reminds us we’re alive. Feeling someone else’s pain reminds us we’re human. In a world so focused on individualism, it’s easy to forget that empathy is our superpower. It’s what connects us, heals us, and pushes us to do better, not just for ourselves, but for others.

They say we have two lives, and the second begins when we realize we only have one. That moment of realization, it hits like a wave. Suddenly, the excuses you made, the fears you let hold you back, and the things you put off until “later” feel so small.

The fact that this kind of basic decency is seen as radical says a lot about where we are. What have we become if treating people with dignity feels like an act of rebellion?

Playing it safe might feel like the easier path, but there’s no joy in following someone else’s blueprint. The real magic happens when you take risks, even if it means falling flat.