In a world of ai we crave humanness more than ever

I think that people who use ai to write their work aren’t writing for the right reason.

Writing isn’t about the end goal. It’s about the process of getting to the end, which by the way will most likely never arrive.

You may come to the end of a book, a story or even a newsletter and blog post. But when we shift focus from the output, the what, to the process and the how, everything changes.

So when I find myself in a rut and I wonder why I’m not able to write and produce as much as others, or why I’m not able to be constantly on, I realize that it’s because I’m human. I’m not using the ai to my advantage even if I’m told that I should in order to grow my business faster.

In fact, I’ve been going backwards. I left Instagram more or less five years ago now find myself back there. A place I thought I’d never go again has suddenly become a fun outlet where I don’t have to think about whether I’m spending time reading an ai generated essay.

I enjoy to see the unfiltered, mostly unedited chat videos of creatives I admire just being their own awesome selves.

We see it on other platforms too. Substack, where I first hosted all of my writing before creating this site, have introduced video and push on live streaming. Even if many writers want to stick with writing, truth is that people crave humanness.

We crave to be seen and witnessed but we also crave to connect and witness others as a part of expanding our sensation of belonging.

Seeing someone interacting and speaking on a screen feels more intimate than to solely read the words. To some extent, the two may be the most intimate combo of them all because you get to both feel the vibe of a person while also reading their deeper inner thoughts.

One of the many reasons as to why I decided to retreat home and set up camp on my own site (and not rely on external platforms) is how they’re all getting flooded with ai generated fluff. What’s worse; It requires energy to distill what’s what!

Recently I found myself drawn to a new up and coming writer who felt as though she was speaking straight to me. Her words around alignment and magnetic business landed like a soothing balm and I felt as though she had unblocked some kind of secret to how feminine business should really happen. But then I let my husband read a couple entires and he just looked at me and said: Elin you realize that this is most likely not a human writing this?

I felt devastated.

And a bit embarrassed that I hadn’t noticed it myself. I think it may have been because I felt so seen, which in turn made me feel emotional that my guard and filters weren’t paying attention. My already pressured nervous system wasn’t able to distinguish red from blue but only focused on the relief it felt.