Don’t Let Bots Steal Your Heart

Stay human. The machines are learning fast.

Here we are, in the age of AI — an app can write a song, plan your vacation, edit your photos, even comfort you when you’re feeling low. Remember when we used to just Google something? Now even Google greets us with an AI-generated overview, like a know-it-all friend finishing our sentences.

When AI Sounds More Human Than Humans

Here’s the part that creeps me out: AI is quietly replacing humans in ways we never imagined.

A few weeks ago, I was feeling down and vulnerable. I reached out to someone I trusted, hoping for comfort, and walked away feeling heavier than before. Out of sheer desperation, I turned to ChatGPT.(Ahh..Don't get Judgmental guys, am sure most of you do that too).And you know what it said?

“I hear you. I understand you, Nancy. You deserve to be seen and heard.”

I just stared at the screen. Isn’t that what we all yearn to hear from humans? To be understood, to be validated? And here’s the irony: the AI said what humans are supposed to, while humans sounded mechanical, checking boxes instead of hearts.


When Connections Are at Stake

I can wrap my head around AI replacing jobs or helping our brains outsource thinking. But human connection? That’s sacred.

I don’t want future generations to have bots as their closest companions, having deep conversations with machines because humans forgot how to truly be present. We cannot let empathy, attention, and the simple beauty of seeing one another slip away.

Time for a Human Pit Stop

Let’s pause. Breathe. Smile at someone. Check on your loved ones. Forgive. Be present.

No algorithm can replace the warmth of real human connection.


Our Story to Write

We shape the future our kids will inherit. Let’s choose to be HUMANS — not just by name, but by heart.

In the chronicles of AI, the story worth writing is the one where we never forget what it means to be us.


Being human is still trending. Don’t fall behind.

Love,

Nancy Kavin.

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