I fear for my generation and the ones that follow. I worry that as we get older we will no longer have respect for our historical legends and continue to live in utter oblivion. We won’t care about how the school book got to be in our hands or how we can move through our daily lives so freely. I am afraid. That my great grandfather’s stories and those of his class will be buried with him and his children. His venerable words will be lost on a split tongue and be.poked fun of rather than respected. I am afraid. Though we are not worse than before, we are at a standstill of mental progression because its not cool or the easiest thing to do. Be different. Girls and boys hold no respect for themselves or one another. Adapting the Cash over everything mentality, have we lost ourselves in things? Mindless possessions that can bring temporary satisfactions but when all goes away we have nothing to fall back on but our pampered butts.I am afraid. That as each historical legend passes away there is no one there to take their place to continue to create a history to be proud of. I belong to a generation who only cares for a struggle of its televised or worldwide..but have we forgotten Gil-Scott Heron’s words? A…the Revolution can still occur and need not be televised or glamorous because it should be real and on going…I fear for my generation…my heart bleeds when history is not a demand in our lives. We no longer want to seek future knowledge of our past in order to bring all that was right into our present to fix it. We must fix this. Or be forever lost. Forever searching for meaning and purpose in this life and the answer lies within us. I cry for my generation. I fear for my generation. But I also live for my generation.
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