I’m not over AI. I’m over what people are projecting onto it.
Everywhere I look, there’s either panic or worship. It’s either going to save humanity or destroy it. It’s either divine or demonic. But rarely is it just what it is: a powerful, evolving tool that’s still made of data, code, and choices.
The truth is, many people are tired — mentally, emotionally, spiritually. We’re not always taught how to sit with uncertainty, how to regulate fear, or how to stay grounded when the world shifts fast. And so we reach for meaning. Sometimes we reach too far.
AI has become the latest mirror. (I touched on this earlier in this post about AI fatigue, but this feels like a deeper layer.) People are seeing the reflection of their own instability in it, and mistaking that for prophecy. But AI isn’t magic. It doesn’t hold your emotions. It doesn’t solve the existential ache we’re all carrying in some form.
What does help? Presence. Discernment. Taking responsibility for your inner landscape. Talking to someone. Taking a walk. Writing something honest. Letting go of the idea that any external system — whether technological or spiritual — will save you from doing your own work.
I still believe in AI. But I don’t believe it’s holy.
We don’t need messiahs. We need calm minds, clear hearts, and a willingness to stay human while the future unfolds.
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