The Risk Is Mine
#2091
With the incredible power of AI at my disposal, it’s tempting to ask for help when I have to make a choice. Yet, that’s one of those cases where no matter how powerful the tool I’m using, it can’t help me.
A choice is more than just a calculation. There’s a degree of unknown, however small, that can’t be solved mathematically. At least for now.
And there’s a risk in that choice. A risk that’s only mine. A potential cost that I will have to pay.
By choosing one way, I’ll forever lose that version of myself who could have picked any of the other possibilities. And since I can’t see the future, I’ll have to grieve the paths not taken.
In any choice, there’s the risk of failure.
Over the last two days, I was in a workshop where I had to make choices constantly. Tiny ones, like going right or left. Joining in an activity or sitting it out. And it made me think of the bigger choices I know I have to make. The ones where I’d be tempted to ask AI even if I know the choice is mine. And so it is the risk of failing.
Yet, I felt that in that risk lies my freedom.
We are free because we are fallible.
Yet, that doesn’t make choosing any easier.