When the World Zigs Toward AI, Zag Toward Being Human
When the world automates everything, the most powerful thing you can be is human
The AI Frenzy
The morning scroll: posts hyping AI that paints like Picasso, writes like Hemingway, or finds your perfect date. Your inbox pings with companies that have pivoted to AI tools to "10x your productivity." Friends debate, half-thrilled, half-nervous, about AI taking our jobs and crafting viral TikToks. Billions are flooding into AI startups, each one showcasing how it’ll fix your work, your art, your life. We are all zigging hard toward a future where algorithms outthink, outcreate, and outscale us.
But in the shadow of this frenzy, something’s slipping away. People sit alone, scrolling, craving a human connection no app can deliver. Conversations shrink to texts, likes, and metrics. The human in us, messy, raw, real, fades behind screens.
What is it to be human?
The Zig/Zag Moment
When the herd stampedes toward code, zag toward soul. When the world bets everything on AI, tech, and efficiency, it’s the perfect moment to zag. Acknowledge it. Then lean into what makes us… us. Wonder. Vulnerability. The things that make us ache, laugh, and create.
This isn’t a rejection of tech. It’s a reminder to stay human.
AI can mimic Van Gogh’s brushstrokes. But it can’t feel the heartbreak that fueled them. It can target ads with precision. But it can’t spark the conversation that changes your life. It can write a song. But it can’t hold you when the tears come.
Being Us
In a tech-driven world, we’re starving for what’s scarce:
Deep conversation. Not Slack threads or curated posts. The kind that spills past midnight and strips away the mask.
Belonging. A tribe, a table, a place where your weirdness isn’t tolerated, it’s celebrated.
Freedom. To speak your mind without fear of being canceled or scored by an invisible algorithm.
Challenge. The thrill of creating something no machine could dream up. Something flawed, fearless, unmistakably you.
Tech promises connection. Delivers isolation. Promises speed. Delivers burnout. Promises answers. Sidesteps the questions that matter.
Where can I get a hug?
Where can I dance like a fool and not be judged?
Where can I be me—raw, messy, human?
A Moment That Reminds Me
Working in music, I’m lucky to see a lot of amazing artists. The shows that stay with me aren’t perfect. They’re human.
It’s the cracked voice. The improvised moment. The collective hands when a chorus drops. It’s the way a room full of strangers becomes a single being, singing, moving, and feeling together.
It’s communion. Energy is exchanged in real time. No polish. No filter. Just presence.
You can’t replicate that with an app. You can’t automate that kind of atmosphere. It’s the flaws that make it magic.
The Human Economy
The attention economy is crumbling. We’re stepping into the belonging economy. We’ve maxed out attention. Scrolls are cheap. Subscriptions are slipping. What we crave now isn’t content. It’s communion.
Success isn’t metrics. It’s how alive we feel. AI is abundant. Humanity is scarce. That flips the economics of value.
Create work that can’t be auto-generated.
Build teams where people bring their weirdness, not just their skills.
Zag with Intention
Artists, marketers, dreamers—zag. Build spaces where humanity thrives. Write stories that connect with the soul. Create work that demands imagination, empathy, and courage, qualities no machine can fake. Design brands that don’t just sell, but see people in all their messiness.
This isn’t a Luddite view. AI will improve our tools and our lives immeasurably. But only we can choose what it’s in service of. I’m less concerned about falling behind AI, and more about us forgetting what makes us human. That the world’s obsession with code drowns out our obsessions with each other.
Lean into vulnerability. Wonder. Our ability to connect. Create with the audacity to be imperfect. Embrace our humanity. Our stories. Our empathy. Our chaos.
Ask yourself:
Where can I find a real conversation, no screens?
Where can I say what I think and not be judged?
Where can I feel free, flawed, and fearless?
The future isn’t AI vs humans. It’s AI everywhere and us, still irreplaceable
This is why I bang on (technical term) about being the 'human in the room', especially at work. Love it, thank you for writing it.
I love this Zac, and I'm so glad I'm not the only one noticing it. Weirdly, I'd just written in my notebook this week "I'm not anti-tech - I'm pro-people."