When does an era truly die? Well I mean I guess it could be when the next generation reaches a certain point. This point is where every adolescent realizes that their own time frame is not an adequate atmosphere for them to truly introspect and navigate towards their true selves in. What that really means is every dumb teenager decides to cling to the notion that they are cooler than everyone else and thus for some reason they all attract themselves like magnets to the idea that they were “born in the wrong generation.”
Well um. Listen here. We can just pretend that some divine force decided that “hey let me just pop out approximately 7.2 billion people but take this poor sucker and pop him or her in a different time frame” and you are the lucky guy or gal who got picked to do so. Let’s also pretend that this isn’t a mid mid (no that wasn’t a typo) life crisis and this isn’t some attempt for your malleable little mind to resolve it’s identity crisis in order for you to find a place “where you belong.” [If it helps, the place where I belong is the Santorini coast with a cup of Chai with seven drops of milk and two sugars, but hey I’m stuck writing this shit]. Let’s pretend that this isn’t a symptom of watching one of the several Nicholas Sparks movies which do nothing but develop an unrealistic set of circumstances where the guy goes through the most dumbfounding nonsense and still manages to end up with a tragically damaged but utterly caring girl because I can assure you that if my life was The Notebook and I was Noah and had to deal with even half the crazy shit Allie put me through I would have been like “Bye Felicia” ages ago.
Now after we are done pretending that all of this isn’t the reason for you feeling that you “belong in another generation” and that your feeling of “I’m the only one who feels this way” isn’t shared by every other kid who’s hormones are probably hitting them like cheap vodka on a college student budget, maybe maybe we can come to one final conclusion. Bruh you need a psychiatrist.
History repeats itself. Humanity grows at such an excruciatingly small pace. We fall prey to the same mistake our parents and their parents fell to. The only difference is that the amount of external influences are only growing faster, but our ways to cope with them are stagnant. Everyday the tv shows are reproducing, the articles are exponentially growing, and the tabloids are popping out news faster than people are popping pills to cope with them. We will never be born in the wrong generation, we will always be part of the era we were chosen to be, but that does not mean we cannot take the lessons from the past, and build a future with them.
So next time the clocks ticking a little too loud, and you feel like the anxiety has kicked into sixth gear, sit down, breath and drink some tea. Because coffee is for a fast paced world, but I’m just living a chai lifestyle.
