with social media, we’ve built systems that elevate every passing thought to the level of public broadcast, as if all ideas carry equal weight. we’ve blurred the line between what’s true, what’s good, and what’s simply popular. in the name of efficiency and engagement, we’ve outsourced thinking, flattened taste, and replaced cultural discernment with algorithmic feed loops. we consume endlessly but reflect rarely. we connect constantly but commune almost never.
that’s why sports and the arts matter more than ever. they’re two of the last places where we still practice presence. where excellence, discipline, and human connection still shape experience. sports bring people together across difference: geography, background, belief. they build community not by accident but by design. shared rituals, real stakes, physical presence, emotional investment. and art… books, music, film, performance… asks us to slow down, to interpret, to feel. these things aren’t obsolete in the age of ai. they’re antidotes.
we need the humanities not just to defend against the machine-mediated emptiness but to remind us of what it feels like to be fully human. and maybe it starts with showing our kids that taste, effort, and attention still matter. that playing a team sport, reading a novel, or sitting through a live performance has more value than a thousand algorithmically perfect clips.
in the end, it might be less about resisting technology and more about reclaiming meaning. one game, one book, one conversation at a time.