What‘s my purpose?

My phone warps time and leaves me empty handed. My GPS makes me a tourist in my own town. I don’t really have a music library anymore. Photography feels more like an IT job than a physical experience. What gives? Why do I need to tell everyone I used ChatGPT if I share an idea it gave me? To come clean about my lie?

Recently I’ve been hunting for creative constraints. Don’t wait for someone else to tell you what to do. If life was the Halo 3 campaign, then what Skull modifiers are you going to activate? If you’re anything like me, then I can say: life is too convenient. And I don’t need to say how looking at videos online all day is cancer. I’m sick of optimization. It’s ruined video games, it turned hobbies into a grind, and it's killing humanity.

So I want to write my own blogs and take imperfect film pictures to combat the obsession with efficiency over human needs and emotions. Fuck doing things the “right way”. You’d just be avoiding the natural pauses in life that allow you to reflect. So challenge yourself, and give life meaning!