Everything we do gets recorded with a time stamp: every transaction, FB post, tweet, virtually every step we take from the time we leave for work to the time we walk in the door at home.
There’s hard evidence of our whereabouts and actions recorded somewhere every day whether it ends up being a published story or not. The time stamp is the creation of our own Big Brother.
We bask in the production of our own digital evidence. We want to know how many Fitbit steps we average per day and the paths we take to get there.
We want to track everything so that algorithmic machines can predetermine our future. We rather enjoy certainty than face the stresses of indecision. Predictive behavior may relieve stress in the short-term but hurt intuition in the future.
Life is becoming a time stamp devoid of spontaneity. If we yield to big data, our next move may be as banal and data-driven as the next, blindfolding sudden invention. We need try things on a whim so we can learn from failure and build up the sticktuitiveness to endure.