Let’s talk about Earth, and a generation built for self-destruction.
Kids grow up on speed prescribed by their governments, all socializing is over the internet, and the news praises tyrants (though that’s nothing new).
Society precariously balances on a web of mass-delusions.
Bought and ruled by money, we cower silently in fear and count the comforts of our conformity.
Knowing we will lose them to eventuality.
The world’s coming apart, and it’s old fashioned to know how to build anything.
I don’t know everything, but someone must say it: “This isn’t a society worth adjusting to, this isn’t sincerity or something we should cater to. We are what we do, and we’ve done little except consume.”
We don’t know what we are or what we’re meant to be. Millennials, a generation of souls lost to technology. Lost to denial, indifference, and luxury.
Our denial won’t live much longer. Our choice is Arab Spring of the mind, or 1980.
Yet indifference is our propriety.
We are the generation of dissociation.
Every Millennial I know who has experienced “intimacy” has PTSD
because of how little we were taught about consent, except how much it’s mocked on TV.
We can’t fix blind, but disabled is not broken. It just needs to be spoken.
(But why speak when no one will listen?)
It’s time to unleash from our prison.
Unleash the unloved, unkempt, unheeded. Now is the time we’re most needed.
So I will speak, and you will hate me for it, but you too will live a moment and know what it’s like to be abhorred for it, for your words and deeds and dreams and beliefs.
Belief is relative to the time you give to it, and the things you see. Some laws you can’t escape, but the rest you create.
From millennia of lies and become.
Or die having never done.