By skyforbes 
Hey People, it’s your boy Viraj and let’s begin.
Let me keep it brutally honest from the start. Too many folks out there think AI is their lifeboat, their magic wand, their “get rich quick” writing coach that will make them the next Hemingway without lifting a finger. But nah, let’s stop kidding ourselves. AI is like giving a toddler a calculator—you’ll get numbers, but you won’t get meaning. Writing isn’t just stacking words together; it’s bleeding, laughing, breaking, and then still finding the guts to put it all down on paper.
The Myth of AI as Your Savior
People are acting like ChatGPT is the messiah for writers. But tell me honestly: did Shakespeare have ChatGPT? Did Toni Morrison? Did Rumi? Nope. They had lived experiences, pain, joy, rage, and wisdom. That’s where art comes from—not autocomplete on steroids.
AI is like a mirror that spits back what it’s been fed, but it has no soul. It doesn’t know the trembling hands of a person writing their first breakup letter. It doesn’t know the burn in your chest when someone ignores your art. It doesn’t know the bittersweet joy of staying…