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The first applause for those baby steps made parents glow. The first wordβ€”π‘šπ‘Žπ‘Ž π‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘π‘Žβ€”was music to the ears. The first alphabet, A, felt like a Harvard scholarship. The first day of college felt like winning the world. The first touch of love took us to cloud nine. And then firsts slowly turned into routine. Somewhere between first and routine, the thrill of not knowing and the comfort of knowing went missing. Somewhere, learning faded into familiarity. Somewhere, not knowing stopped bothering us. Between chores and responsibilities, we misplaced our childlike curiosity. Asking questions made us feel stupid; nodding along made us acceptable. Pretending to know everything, having no opinion at all, made us more likable. A human without the urge to learn is a body without a soul. Adulthood dulled the soul, numbed the mind, and now ChatGPT is our closest friend. Real conversations were replaced by likes and hearts on stories. The courage to disagree, the art of saying β€œno”— skills no school or college ever taught us. Success is now measured by the number of zeros in a salary or the noise created around a name. People with real emotions grew so rare that ChatGPT became our consultant, our advisor, our confidant, our friend. IQ was always taught as essential. No one taught us the importance of EQ. Degrees taught us how to earn, but never how to stay human. We all began with firsts, and somewhere between growing up and growing old, we forgot how to begin again.
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Jan 14
Jan 14, 2026 at 1:03 PM UTC
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The first applause for those baby steps made parents glow. The first wordβ€”π‘šπ‘Žπ‘Ž π‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘π‘Žβ€”was music to the ears. The first alphabet, A, felt like a Harvard scholarship. The first day of college felt like winning the world. The first touch of love took us to cloud nine. And then firsts slowly turned into routine. Somewhere between first and routine, the thrill of not knowing and the comfort of knowing went missing. Somewhere, learning faded into familiarity. Somewhere, not knowing stopped bothering us. Between chores and responsibilities, we misplaced our childlike curiosity. Asking questions made us feel stupid; nodding along made us acceptable. Pretending to know everything, having no opinion at all, made us more likable. A human without the urge to learn is a body without a soul. Adulthood dulled the soul, numbed the mind, and now ChatGPT is our closest friend. Real conversations were replaced by likes and hearts on stories. The courage to disagree, the art of saying β€œno”— skills no school or college ever taught us. Success is now measured by the number of zeros in a salary or the noise created around a name. People with real emotions grew so rare that ChatGPT became our consultant, our advisor, our confidant, our friend. IQ was always taught as essential. No one taught us the importance of EQ. Degrees taught us how to earn, but never how to stay human. We all began with firsts, and somewhere between growing up and growing old, we forgot how to begin again.
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Jan 14
Jan 14, 2026 at 1:03 PM UTC
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