Take a slow breath in and out.
Maybe you have felt it.
How everything keeps speeding up.
More machines,
More apps,
More ways to automate and optimize.
A world where your work can be done faster,
Cheaper,
By someone or something else.
It's normal to feel a hint of fear in that.
A question in the back of your mind.
What's left for me?
But inside you,
There is something no machine can replace.
Your humanness,
Your flaws,
Your warmth,
Your weird edges,
Your wonder,
Your living,
Feeling heart.
When the world moves faster,
You get to move slower,
Deeper.
When the world feels uncertain,
You get to remember what is certain.
Your breath,
Your softness,
Your aliveness.
Close your eyes for a moment.
Imagine a small,
Warm flame in the center of your chest.
A steady glow,
Sometimes bright,
Sometimes flickering,
But always alive.
This flame is your humanness.
It holds your laughter,
Your tears,
Your mistakes,
Your kindness.
A machine might know your data,
But it can never feel this flame.
Take a breath.
Feel the flame grow warmer with your inhale,
And let it soften with your exhale.
No matter how fast the world moves around you,
This warmth is yours to keep.
You don't have to be perfect like a program.
You are allowed to be messy,
To change your mind,
To not know everything.
That is your power.
Because in your humanness,
You can adapt,
You can feel,
You can care in ways no machine can.
Breathe in,
Feeling your flame warm,
Steady,
Steady,
Imperfect.
Say to yourself,
If you could like,
I am human.
I am enough.
I am needed.
When you step back into the world with its machines and its speed,
Remember this flame.
Tend to it.
Trust it.
You are not here to compete with the machine.
You are here to stay human.
Because that is your greatest gift.