Breathe
By Fredel Romano Cojab
When I started writing this article, I didn't do it sitting down, I didn't do it calmly, I didn't do it with a previous outline. I got up from my bed suddenly, with an idea fluttering in my mind, feeling the urgency to express it before it faded away. I paced back and forth, hands in the air as if I were talking to someone who wasn't there. And in a way, I was.
I grabbed my phone and, without hesitation, started dictating to ChatGPT. Words rushed out, sentences unfinished, ideas came and went, all tossed around like gusts of wind. At that moment I didn't care about structure or clarity or grammar. I just wanted to empty what was in my mind, as if in that disorganized chaos was the very essence of what I wanted to say.
And that's where the magic happens.
Because ChatGPT is not here to replace my words. It's not here to invent for me or to think in my place. It is here to take that chaos and help me shape it without erasing the essence. Like an editor who doesn't change the story, but gives it a rhythm, a cadence, a clarity that makes it more understandable to others.
The trap of letting the machine do the thinking for you
When I started experimenting with this tool I did it in a completely different way. I would give it a topic and ask it to write something about it. I let the machine do the work and, in the end, what I got was a well-structured text, yes, but lifeless. Without soul.
It was like reading a technical manual of emotions, as if someone had tried to describe passion with mathematical formulas.
And then I realized that the mistake was not the tool's. The mistake was mine. The mistake was mine.
Because it's not about giving you control. It's not about saying, "Tell me what to write." It's about filling your space with my ideas, with my vision of the world, with my way of feeling and thinking, and then using it to give it an order, to make that passion reach other people in a clear and accessible way.
I love ChatGPT
Now I'm crazy about using this tool. Not as a passive writer, waiting for the machine to do my work, but as an incredible mind, that after long conversations and reflections, sits down to empty it all into words and then allows an artificial intelligence to help it give coherence without stealing the essence.
I walk from one side to the other, with headphones on, saying sentences in a half-voice, questioning myself, contradicting myself, reformulating my ideas, letting them flow before giving them a definitive form.
Because writing is not a cold or mechanical task. Writing is flesh and blood, it is skin, it is passion, it is something that is born from within and that does not stop boiling until it finds its place in the world.
And that's where tools like this can be allies. Not to replace the human mind, but to allow it to shine brighter.
The real use of artificial intelligence in writing
The danger of artificial intelligence is not that it will replace writers. The danger is that writers will become lazy. That they let the machine do the thinking for them, tell them what to say and how to say it.
But when you understand that ChatGPT is not a creator, but a mirror in which you can reflect and order your ideas, then it becomes a powerful tool.
