Worrywort

The thought of a child no longer being able to imagine, scares me. Unable to tell you a story they had in their head, in their small voice.

The idea of asking the bot, what should we play today? The soul of play and creativity getting sucked out by a machine that can only spit out suggestions of things to do and never enjoy the satisfaction of completing a creative project.

Is this what we are slowly marching towards?

I worry about a future where the machine is the only thing that knows what color to paint the kitchen to make it "pop", or for it to have the best resale value or the cheapest and quickest option.

Nothing about this thought brings me joy. It makes me sad and worried about the future of being creative.

Maybe I"m being a folkie who is mad Bob Dylan went Electric and it not "real".

I worry about the future. Everybody seems OK with the way things are going, or that I'm over reacting about this. I hope they are right. I hope I'm wrong about all this worry that is growing in my chest.

Asking the Machine to tell you what good is, scares me. I should know what good looks, feels, tastes like. Lets throw some stuff on the canvas and see what happen. Lets experiment with different mediums and see how it makes us feel.

My worry comes from this thought of working on a project with somebody, and we are copying and pasting the response from the machine back and forth. I take the response your machine gave me, and ask my machine to respond. Yet we call that progress and collaboration. Nobody reads the actual thing until we burned a couple hundred dollars in tokens or forests. Did we even move the needle on the project? Is this "work"?

The output may give us something we can sell or we need to schedule another week of meetings to fix the output. When a conversation between the team could have solved the issue quicker.

I worry of becoming a button pusher on an assembly line, where I push the Green or Red button based on what machine says.

Is our future to make fake plastic trees as a way to say we have the real thing. Is the art in pushing the buttons to get to the result? Is the work we are doing the real thing? Is it rewarding selling the fake plastic trees?

Again, I worry. I might be wrong, but I want the real thing. The phone call, the high five. The meaningful creative work, that I can show my kids and say "You can make anything you want, go make it. Go Create."

Maybe this is fever dream loop I'm stuck in where people are missing the forest from the trees. Cause the trees seem real.