And Early On
Don’t you get the sense that you would be a coward?
“These new generations,” Our parents say, looking at the rise in demand for psychologists, spiritual guides, and social media managers. They see us as weak — a bunch of fragile and unreliable adolescents who never knew how to grow up. The same words (a couple more) that millennials use to describe those in the advanced stages of delusions of greatness, or as they would call themselves: delulu. Hell, can you even picture your grandparents using that slang, and so many others, in the middle of WWII?
In a world where depression and anxiety are more common than owning a house, we are willing to spend millions in the hope that our favorite character returns to the MCU. In a world where feeling burned out at the age of 25 is a lifestyle, we are willing to spend three hours scrolling through videos of random strangers doing debatable social-accepted pranks. In a world where being ghosted after a first date can start a worldwide social movement, we are willing to block all those accounts who dare to spoil us the HOTD ending.
I can’t go on.
You said my head’s too heavy.
I need that song.
Those trusty chords could pull me through.
I still remember the smell of powder in the afternoon. All those guns loaded and reloaded, not doubting their tribute to the memories of great deeds. Scarring and embroidered badges as a legacy while all I have to brag about is the amount of likes my latest Instagram post just got. There’s an embedded force that makes you think about life when it is faced with the harshness of death. We forced ourselves upon this world, but they had the world forced upon them. They did, so we had the privilege of choosing whether we wanted to do or not. The game is rigged I am afraid, and the masses need to win the first few rounds before the few can collect all their profits.
Not surprisingly at all, yes, I would disappoint Godric, for I believe a void rests upon that inside of me that calls for strength, endurance, and bravery. I often look at my forearms and recall that I am a survivor of Modern Times, but not of Harsh Times. Truth is a fickle little b*tch, ain’t it? The only thing that seems to enjoy hiding itself among lies and noise. And, for the low price of a month's worth of meals in third-world countries, we can afford some good earphones that keep that sucker out of our heads and away from our conscience. Inexactitude and propaganda is a well-studied art, and nowadays, anything is a masterpiece if it's masked under the hashtag “social & political criticism”.
The meteor is well under way. We simply have chosen not to deal with it.
We are still stuck in step one: Denail.
Yes, we are the weak generation.
And sadly, we do have some hard times ahead of us.
The world didn’t fail us, because we failed it. Science is accelerating our growth, but socially, we are stuck in the Modern Age. Which, has already happened, only it was called The Middle Ages back then. Kind reader, do you recall what happened during that time? Spoiler: you will not like it.
Turns out, our predecessors may have a point. Whether we like it or not, we are the weak generation.
But, hey, as long as we’re getting the right Superman cast, who cares, right?
