Generation Lost

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Editorial and Opinion  |  House: Booksie Classic
A look at the problems with modern society.

Submitted: December 18, 2014

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If I could turn back the hands of time, there is little I would change. Looking back on the hardships I have faced, I can see how important they were in shaping who I am today. Every person I've loved and every loved one I've hurt is a piece in the ever changing puzzle which I am. Life balances the good and the bad by making you appreciate all aspects and ranges of emotions. How could you feel happy without fully understanding the hollowing pain of deep sadness? You can't appreciate love if you haven't felt hatred. Strong emotions billow out of us on a daily basis and who are we to refine them? We are animals and our biggest mistake was when we started thinking we were anything more than that. We try to suppress our pain and sadness with chemicals and all of a sudden our happiness depends on the manufactured elation that either lands you depressed or sick. Feeling sadness is a true pleasure, feeling pain means you're alive. No one was made to be numb because that negates all the positive things in this world.  

No one has time anymore. We need instant gratification. Text message a guy that will give you a pill that will make your pain instantly go away and then tweet about how good you feel while you show no expression to the outside world. Swipe through pictures of girls hoping you'll meet a match for you while 5 girls surround you in a coffee shop wanting that old fashioned charm. 
 
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No room for patience, no basis for courage. Just hidden faces with fast thumbs. We are losing what we are and the faster we realize it, the faster we can change. But with the generation growing up not knowing what it's like without this instant gratification how can we ever revert back to the straight shaving, shoe shining men our father were? I don't know, but I hope someone does. Maybe there's others like me, thinkers in this world we are losing. We are animals, not robots. 


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