Phalgun

Sometimes life has a strange way of reminding you what matters For the last year or so, I had surrendered myself to everything AI. My Twitter feed was AI. My conversations with friends were AI. My work, my WhatsApp groups, and almost everything I read revolved around AI. Everywhere I looked, someone was declaring the death of something I had once loved. Design is dead. Coding is dead. Content is dead. It felt like I was running a race I had never signed up for. Worse, nobody knew where the finish line was. I became addicted to Claude, Codex, and whatever new thing the AI overlords threw at us every week. Learn. Unlearn. Relearn. Repeat. My sleep cycle was a mess. Anxiety was at its peak. Uncertainty had become my default setting. My wife asked if we could plan a trip in December. I couldn't bring myself to say yes. What if something important happened while I was away? What if I missed the next big thing? What if I fell behind? All I could tell her was, "Let me think about it." Little did I know that life had other plans from a phone call at the middle of the night.