By skyforbes 
AI can write, but it can’t live your life for you.
There’s a strange moment happening right now, a moment where everyone suddenly feels like they’re supposed to “keep up with AI.” It’s in our feeds, in our workplaces, even in our casual conversations. Everywhere you turn, someone is saying, “Use AI to write faster. To write better. To write more.”
And honestly? AI does help. I’m not here to pretend it doesn’t. It cleans up messy thoughts. It organizes ideas. It gets you out of that swampy, I-forgot-how-to-sentence writer’s block. It’s fast, tireless, and wildly good at sounding polished.
But here’s the part people forget in the rush to automate everything:
AI can write, but it can’t live your life for you.
And writing, real writing, is basically lived experience translated into words.
It’s the messy breakup you still think about two years later.
It’s the way your stomach dropped the day you quit your job.
It’s the awe you felt when you realized your life wasn’t stuck after all.
It’s the tiny, stupid, beautiful moments that shaped you without your permission.