Of the lost ones
It's come to the point that we're supposed to have a good line or two about ourselves. It's come to the point that "what will you do now?" have merged with "when are you graduating" and "oh, when is the wedding".
We all seem to think we want this. I'm effing terrified.
I'm one of what some of us have come to call the lost generation - a smattering of those of us old enough to have direction, but not secure enough to actually believe it and not sure enough to actually assume any one position. The list is still so full of "could be"s and "won't be"s and "don't want to be"s that settling on one answer is virtually inconcievable. And, it's at the point that the wrong decision could truly be detrimental.
So where do we, the no-longer-children of this lost generation turn? We seek careers, professions, jobs that we can live with. We seek meaning that we can understand. We seek purpose that we can life for. But each time, we come up empty handed with more dust and sweat on our hands than we planned.
What will we do. Where will we go. What can we accomplish.
The problem is we feel infinitely small and endlessly insubstancial and ultimately bored. We want to be alive for something, but everything we try brings us up with nothing.
There is no industrial revolution to become usurped in, no political rejuvination to become enthused with, no technological breakthrough to create new and interesting lives. There are jobs, things to do, capitalism to pursue. But, all of it has lost its appeal.
And so, we are lost in the sea. Swimming and treading and drowning in a storm we cannot fear. While the only message getting through is that we must be entertained.
But, more than anything, we fear we believe in nothing.
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Forgive me for the random collections of thoughts on seemingly random things. Perhaps it gets the meaning accross, perhaps it doesn't. Unfortunately, in my state, I could do no better.
Perhaps an edit will be in store, later. Then again, perhaps not.
That's all. Lost, lost, without direction.
-Rk
We all seem to think we want this. I'm effing terrified.
I'm one of what some of us have come to call the lost generation - a smattering of those of us old enough to have direction, but not secure enough to actually believe it and not sure enough to actually assume any one position. The list is still so full of "could be"s and "won't be"s and "don't want to be"s that settling on one answer is virtually inconcievable. And, it's at the point that the wrong decision could truly be detrimental.
So where do we, the no-longer-children of this lost generation turn? We seek careers, professions, jobs that we can live with. We seek meaning that we can understand. We seek purpose that we can life for. But each time, we come up empty handed with more dust and sweat on our hands than we planned.
What will we do. Where will we go. What can we accomplish.
The problem is we feel infinitely small and endlessly insubstancial and ultimately bored. We want to be alive for something, but everything we try brings us up with nothing.
There is no industrial revolution to become usurped in, no political rejuvination to become enthused with, no technological breakthrough to create new and interesting lives. There are jobs, things to do, capitalism to pursue. But, all of it has lost its appeal.
And so, we are lost in the sea. Swimming and treading and drowning in a storm we cannot fear. While the only message getting through is that we must be entertained.
But, more than anything, we fear we believe in nothing.
-------
Forgive me for the random collections of thoughts on seemingly random things. Perhaps it gets the meaning accross, perhaps it doesn't. Unfortunately, in my state, I could do no better.
Perhaps an edit will be in store, later. Then again, perhaps not.
That's all. Lost, lost, without direction.
-Rk
1 Comments:
Now this...this has struck deep. This is something I can resonate with because, frankly, i'm at that crossroads too. Where a wrong decision could cost us. Where each choice holds no great appeal yet all must be considered because it is expected of us.
I really do wish at times that we lived in a different time. Where young people could find a cause that was just, long lasting, fulfilling, and meaningful. The world wars were such times. Now you can't take up anything without stepping on someones political, moral, or religious toes. Hmm, I think i've lost what I was saying.
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