Boomers to Bust:

I feel stuck between my reality and the belief and perception of an out of touch population. By many metrics my life is easy but it is a nefarious kind of easy. The kind that lulls you into the belief you are the issue and not the system that benefits those same judgmental individuals who diminish our plight. I am quite confident that in an alternate dimension, where I am the parent and they are the paupers, I could thrive and succeed. This may be a cop out; we have so internalized their message we fight even ourselves but the disingenuousness of their view is evident. It is just that they have hammered in the fallacy, which reads as; I did it then, i could do it now. 

The prospect of owning nothing culls the desire to push forwards. I’ll work hard but knowing it is just to survive, while they garner the benefits of the debt accrued with the expectation of our indentured servitude is nauseating. 

Bring a child into this world? Is that not immoral? How can I in good conscience subject a pure soul to the suffering I know the world brings? They won’t understand, they never do it is always me, me, me. I want a grandchild, just another selfish extension of their existence. No solution is ever given, only disappointed leers. 

In a world where luxury is cheap and necessity is made oppressive. How did you ever expect us to carry the torch? I don’t think that was ever a consideration. You bore us and raised us, nurtured and love us but you mistakenly believed your job was done when your parents was. A laughable delusion. This is fundamentally a different society, therefore requires different rules. The pursuit of personal wealth with no regard to those who come after created the circumstances which shifted the natural flow of life. At least life as you knew it. 

We have been set back, we will never be able to on average enjoy the benefits left for you by your parents. Which is to live better than they. You have made us your serfs, indebted us while demeaning our perspective. With out us, your dream fails. Wake up to the consequences of the crumbling waste you’ve left, with the knowledge that the same ones you proclaim to know better than allot you the life you take for granted. Us, the new lost generation, the revival of slavery is your legacy and your naivety restricts the rightful fear of our revolt.

A part of me wants that, I want to see you hurt but I also hope to cherish the delusional parts of my linage for as long as I can. The dissonance created is a constant raging  battle which is torment for the soul. Lose those most dear to you in exchange for a step forwards. A loss, is the only result. 

So what are we working for? To survive, I suppose but I am not so in love with being alive that I will openly accept this possibility. There is nothing to own, no wealth to earn, no children to pay it forwards to and a dismantled sickly family structure. 

So when you express the belief of our lacking morals and fortitude; ask yourself, is it worth pushing a bolder up a mountain as the air thins and suffocation is guaranteed? 

If yes. I will revile in the sight of you slowly choking as still you refuse to loosen the grip on our necks.