My brain wasn’t built for this.
Dear Creator Diary,
I read something today that shocked me.
Back in 2010, the CEO of Google said:
“Every two days, we create as much information as we did from the dawn of civilization to 2003.”
I decided to do the backwards math just out of curiosity, in an attempt to figure out how much had changed over the last decade.
The updated number?
18-minutes!
That’s all it takes now for the internet to produce as much as humanity once took millennia to create. Let that sink in.
No wonder I’m fried.
My brain wasn’t build for this. My nervous system was never meant to support thousands of connections, constant visibility and 300+ pings per day. I’m not broken, I’m overloaded, overstimulated and need to reboot.
And yet, the world continues to reward more. More content, more output, more noise.
Sometimes I wonder if I’m the only one quietly suffocating under the weight of it all.
I try to keep up. But I feel myself shutting down, bottoming out and wanting to shut off the whole world.
What if the problem isn’t me?
What if the model we’re all swimming in was never meant for us to survive in?
I’m trying to unlearn the grind.
To believe that clarity can come from stillness.
That good work can grow from quiet.
I want my life to be sustainable.
And right now, the pace society expects of me just isn’t.
