My Generation

It would seem, watching the current world events, that my generation has tumbled into the abyss of their own self-regard. 

I watch as a world I knew becomes something so alien, I feel we are in the twilight years. Maybe we are, maybe it will all be sooner than any of us could guess. I just know that the passion I had when I was younger, no longer seems to galvanize me into seeking truth as I once did. 

Maybe it is being a mother of young men, who have formed opinions and ideals almost separate from my own. I do see a lot of myself in them, but I also see where I have become jaded and complacent in my views, or at least in expressing them. 

I stopped writing a few years ago. I made some major changes in my life. Working full time, I find I rarely want to do anything other than come home and watch movies, or read a book, rather than keep up on social media or the news. 

Don't get me wrong. I hear, and I see. I just don't say very often anymore. I keep my views to myself for the most part Maybe age, or maybe it's because we are losing sight of what this country is that I feel the need to put this to pen so to speak. 

Our upcoming generation of voters, the ones who will one day run this country, are speaking, and we are not listening. 200 years ago, we wrote the constitution for the good of this country. We wrote laws for us to live by. We taught spoken and unspoken rules of how to behave. 

Almost everyone I know, have gone off the proverbial deep end. Every conversation I have with my best friend is over something neither she nor I can do anything about and always instigated by her. I think she baits me on purpose. It makes me think of my other best friend John, R.I.P., who's email was ybnurmal@ .... spelled that way on purpose. Nothing is normal, but John would not just bitch about it, he'd go out and do something to change it. 

I've talked about John in other posts on here. Born in Colorado, but raised in the middle east, (Egypt)  a father who worked for the U.N., and a mother who worked at the American Embassy in Cairo. He really did go out and change things. He sprayed black flies on the Ivory coast in the 80's, he worked security for a Royal household in Sudia Arabia in the 90's. He traveled, flew helicopters, fought fires. In the 2000's he moved to Biloxi Mississippi and went to Tulane. He then went on Scholarship to Uganda where he built an all-girls school in Entebbe. 

If he was alive today, I have no doubt he'd be going on the humanitarian march to Palestine, and protesting here in the U.S. He'd be fighting for immigrants, and our laws that are arbitrarily being changed. I don't see that from my generation. I see them keeping their heads down, staying under the radar. It appalls me. What are we doing. Are we really going to leave this apocalyptic shithole for our kids or will there even be anything for us to leave them. Why is my generation counting on the younger one to change things, why aren't we?