Cars didn’t give horses an identity crisis. Why would Machine Learning do that to Humans?
🐎 Machine Intelligence is taking over office work: thinking, computing, analyzing. So why are we working harder than ever?
Before cars, horses were our main mode of transportation.
Rain, shine, snow — horses worked in many ways.
Carrying riders.
Pulling carriages.
Herding cattle.
Hauling goods.
Charging into wars.
No choice.
Mail had to be delivered.
Goods transported.
Hooves split.
Skin burned under the sun.
Bodies froze in blizzards.
Move too slow? Get whipped.
Run too fast? Collapse from exhaustion.
Nights weren’t restful, they were cramped in stalls. Confined.
And the ones too old, too injured, or too “inefficient”?
Sold. Abandoned. Killed. Sent to the glue factory.
That was a horses reality.
A traumatizing existence.
When worth is measured by how much one can pull, we become disposable the moment we slow down.
Then came cars.
Within a few decades, most horses were freed.
From pulling carts to grazing on grass.
From being exploited to becoming human companions.
Today, many horses have realized their intuitive and instinctive potential to heal humans through equine therapy.
Horses get to run, feel the wind, build relationships.
Living beyond utility, exploitation, enslavement.
Are we horses?
Born into entrapment.
Every day: yoke, pull, endure.
Then, one day, the cart is gone.
The field stretches wide.
The sky opens.
Do we just… stand there?
Too accustomed to the harness.
Too trained to move unless pulled.
…
Are we horses?
Standing blankly in an open field,
still carrying the weight of a yoke,
ready to bear the whip no longer there?
For too long, we’ve been so disempowered.
Working ourselves like animals.
Executives call top performers “workhorses.”
… truly wtf?
We control, optimize, and extract from everything, especially from our own existence.
We biohack.
Mind-hack.
Anti-aging hack.
I’m exhausted just watching us try to outsmart being human.
Wake up. Grind.
Deadlines. Metrics.
Performance reviews.
Blinders on, focus only on what’s in front of us.
Work until our bodies break.
Cancer. Surgeries. Burn-out. Numb-out.
Repeat. Train others to do the same.
Childbirth scheduled for 9 a.m.,
End-of-quarter review at 4 p.m.,
Team Slack check-in by 8 p.m.
WTF…?
And when we’re not grinding, we spend money on things that keep us entrapped and illusional.
☕ Coffee to merely function.
🍽️ Meals on the go, because who has time to cook?
🧸 Outsourced childcare.
💊 Doctors to “force” us to listen to our bodies.
🏋️ Gym memberships, because we forgot how to move naturally.
More productivity, they say, mostly without more compensation.
But what happens when we slow down?
Injured at work?
Aging out of promotions?
Wrinkles outnumbering performance metrics?
Then comes the “restructuring.”
Layoffs.
Retiring.
Ageism. Sexism. Racism.
This isn’t just capitalism. It’s the old horse system with a modern facade. Work until you break, then get replaced.
Most People Die Having:
… Too little time with loved ones.
… Dreams shelved and forgotten.
… Joy postponed for “someday.”
Ali Wong nailed it: I don’t wanna lean in. I wanna lie down.
Machines Intelligence is here…
And no, I won’t insult our intelligence by proclaiming “AI will liberate us!”
Fuck that.
We trapped ourselves.
We can free ourselves.
Lean on Machine Intelligence.
Not to grind harder,
But to carry what we no longer need to hold.
What a human to do?
Go heal yourself.
Touch some grass.
When was the last time you felt true pleasure?
… warm water cascading over your shoulders?
… soap bubbles tickling your fingertips as you linger at the sink?
… hugging someone so deeply you carry their scent long after the embrace ends?
… crisp sheets soothingly grazing your skin before sleep?
… holding something so delicious in your mouth, it fills you in every way?
Grow your food.
Build a garden.
Study permaculture.
Compose your waste.
🌾 Grow cover crops, ditch the Miracle-Gro.
Take long walks,
Wander, …
on the grass.
on the beach.
in the forest.
Write.
Paint.
Dance. Not to perform, but to feel.
Build a studio where adults can dance,
not to compete,
not to be seen,
but to move and laugh together.
Stand up for yourself. Fight for your values.
Stop romanticizing.
Stop chasing the highs.
Love what you already have.
Stand tall. Chin up. Choose presence over fantasy.
Heal your relationships. Divorces are painful and expensive.
Call your friends.
Especially the ones you ghosted because you were “too busy.”
Break up with the “friend” who drains and takes from you.
Tell them to fuck off.
Hell, break up with your boss.
Your health isn’t worth a paycheck.
Un-numb yourself.
Get to know who you truly are.
Stop writing in your gratitude journal, go express appreciation to everything and everyone.
Stop meditating 15 minutes a day, go live a meditative life.
Learn to breathe.
Learn to frolic.
Make better choices.
Smile at the ceiling when you wake up.
Like a dork.
That’s life.
For most of human history, only the ruling class had the privilege of leisure.
The time to walk,
to think,
to study,
to create,
to reflect,
to move without urgency.
Free from the kind of back-breaking, time-consuming labor that defined most human existence.
Now you are nobility.
With the help of Machines Intelligence,
You don’t have to trade joy for money.
You don’t have to labor your days away.
🦋 And Maybe… If You Slow Down Enough:
You’ll let the floodgates open.
You’ll cry.
Feel the ache.
Realize how exhausted you are.
Hold yourself through the grief.
And maybe, just maybe,
Joy and gratitude will peek through.
Maybe you’ll hear your soul calling.
Maybe your mind will stop being a psycho menace with too much to say.
There you go.
You’re welcome.
