Today, something hit me deeply.
I became a consumer of solutions, not a maker.
I was letting AI do the thinking, the struggling, the creating — and I was slowly losing the very meaning that once made coding feel alive for me.
But the truth is this:
I don’t code because I want the fastest results. I don’t code to impress or to be perfect. I code because the process transforms me.
Just like Mori in Kokou no Hito climbing a mountain — the summit was never the reward. The reward was the climb itself.
The struggle, the fear, the small breakthroughs, the quiet joy of finally solving something with my own mind — that is where the soul of creation lives.
AI can produce better code than me in an hour. But it cannot give me the growth, the meaning, the identity I gain through the climb.
I would rather build something imperfect but truly mine, than something “perfect” that never carried my soul.
I want to be a maker, not a consumer.
Because if I remove the struggle, I also remove the meaning.
And I refuse to lose myself.