It’s Palm Sunday today. My flu is about to end. “Interruptions” like this have always been effective for me to take action. I have been mustering my strength and tending for my writer’s block to journal, ever since I moved to the US. I haven’t been doing it, perhaps, or more likely—I have been procrastinating it.
There has always been a magnetic pull for me to look inside, to revisit what I have always known and learn something new from a second look. I have always loved writing my thoughts and life discoveries, as evidenced by my numerous WordPress and LJ accounts (you wouldn’t find them anymore, they are perfectly hidden from the face of the internet). So amidst the era of AI slop, I have this inner desire to write as form of cultivating humanness (more of this concept in the coming posts).
Lately, I’ve been consuming literature, in forms of books, podcasts and some great MBA classes, about this topic. What aspects of our humanness will be kept intact by any technological wave? In what ways will AI support the process or the metamorphosis of being human? Which steps will be replaced, enhanced, redefined? What is being human anyway?
Asking questions like these is a good sign—an actual zero-to-one activity, a human endeavor. We are still masters of our lives, notwithstanding how fast machines learn to challenge human agency through continuous optimization.
I’d love to keep thinking, explore different perspectives, synthesize my findings and thoughts, and document whatever outcome I create in this little space.
Feature Photo: View from Pier 57. Manhattan, NYC. Taken from my downgraded phone camera after my run.
Eyana Mallari 