When I was younger I thought all things bad end with my generation
Wasn’t the perpetuation supposed to end?
I am not a student of sociology or anthropology. I have never been interested in any of the subjects because of my own biases but I am beginning to get increasingly curious about why I was so wrong about adulthood and society.
I believed that we were promising young people who were going to question what exists whilst replacing these dysfunctionalities with what may be seemingly conducive to a (for the lack of better words) modern world.
Speaking to my peers had a different meaning when I was in school. We were hopeful, rebellious and convinced that we are living in a world so advanced that it was practically impossible for it to get any more advanced and as a consequence, for us to ever be redundant.
Admittedly, both things have happened. The world has gotten advanced and I, a twenty four year old, have gotten redundant. Pity me not, some of my peers have become the most wicked version of what is known we call obsolete — in mind and in body. How funny I must sound to all these people — a child yearning for youth.
I am learning the revolutions are far from homogenous. They never really carry everyone with them. They are a promise to the privileged and the honorably defiant.
I believed things would be different for us. I don’t know why I need to get controversial every time but why is individual freedom still a negotiable.
And it really begs the question,
What causes the perpetuation of this perceived dysfunction?
What is perceived dysfunction, you ask?
I do not know and I think I will upset five people, my parents and the rest of everybody, should I divulge more details about this dysfunction. In my best interest, I will define the dysfunction as the destruction of will, a blatant disregard for one’s own values and ideas.
I still hear chatters. I am still part of conversations that wring my small intestines, or is it my stomach or is it my trachea. But I really thought, we would be making better choices, talking about better things and thinking differently.
Ignorance and barbarism introduce dysfunction, hypocrisy maintains it, false zeal spreads it, and interest perpetuates it.
What truly baffles me is how comfortably passive we become about things that once enraged us and lovingly we embellish this passivity with senseless reasoning and trembling maturity.
Some people say it’s merely learning the ways of the world but honestly, it is a defeat.
I don’t know what to do about it. I don’t know how far I am plagued with this passivity but I remember myself as a brighter person. I promised myself to never settle but now I avoid conflict, I slow down, I accept transient peace and I reminisce the zeal.
Am I absolving myself of my lethargy by writing about it on the internet? I am. Shameless, isn’t it?
