Going through your ancient social media posts, all I see are tweets about hating your jobs. Memes about burnout. Stories of hustle culture gone wrong. You wanted more time. More life. More Choice.
Well, it’s here. A world where the machines work, and you don’t have to. A world built on convenience, on leisure, on freedom. A world made of free time.
First came the agricultural revolution, where we started growing our own food. Then the industrial revolution, where we made everything in bulk. And now? The robot revolution, where everything is just... made. Not by us, but for us.
And here’s the Ironic twist: the people who brought about this revolution weren’t idealists. They weren’t utopians. They were probably the furthest thing from it - It was the capitalists. The Billionaires. Tech bros chasing infinite profit. They built the robots to be faster than you, cheaper than you, tireless. They thought they could replace you and still keep everything else the same.
But that’s not how systems work.
When you remove labor, you remove wages. When you remove wages, you remove money. And when nobody needs to buy anything because nobody needs anything, the whole game collapses. Their game - not ours.
In trying to multiply their wealth forever, they made money meaningless.
They didn’t kill capitalism with socialism - they killed it with too much capitalism. It grew unchecked, like a virus, until it consumed everything. Like a parasite that eats itself.
And now all that’s left… is everything we said we wanted.
Time. Life. Choice.
And it turns out, that’s a lot scarier than it sounds.
Because we don’t know how to be free. We forgot that part. We don’t know how to wake up without a deadline. We don’t know how to fill a day without a task list. We spent centuries tying our self-worth to our output. We wore our stress like a badge of honor. We called it productivity. We believed if we worked hard enough, we’d finally earn our right to rest.
And now rest is all we have, and we don’t know what to do with it.
And yet... it’s also kind of wonderful.
For the first time, kids are growing up without the pressure to monetize their hobbies. No more “What are you going to be when you grow up?” - which really meant, “What cog will you become in the machine? Better start training now.” What a terrible thing to say to a child.
Looking back, school used to be a simulation of adult misery. Wake up early. Sit still. Do things you don’t care about for a grade that means nothing but somehow decides your entire future. It wasn’t learning. It was obedience bootcamp. Training for a life of deadlines, performance reviews, and never enough PTO.
But now? School is about curiosity. About developing skills because you want to, not because you’re being shaped for an economy that no longer exists.
Not everything is run by robots. Some things are still human. The ones we chose to keep.
We kept the messy, soulful stuff. The music. The dancing. The long conversations under the stars. The robots didn’t take that from us - they just gave us the time to remember it matters.
So to you, reading this in the past - still terrified of losing your job to a robot?
Stop.
Let it go.
You weren’t born to be a cog in someone else’s machine. To help someone else get richer. You were born to live. To laugh. To build bonfires. To ask big questions. To love dumb movies. To blast angry music when you’re angry. To eat dinner with your family. That’s what it was always about.
The robots won’t save you. And they won’t tell you what to do with your life.
They don’t want anything. They don't care.
They’re the same as your washing machine. They do the laundry so you don’t have to scrub it by the river for two hours. They give you time.
Don’t spend that time working.
Spend it living.
With love from day three,
Someone who finally had time to write.
