Idealism, a year ago.
A friend wrote me today.
I just want you to remember that you’re the girl who said this to me once:
“I’ve been thinking about us, about our generation, about who we are. You call us the last, yet others call us makers while some dare call us emotionless. All in all, we are oft-talked about, oft-portrayed, but hugely misunderstood. That’s a problem. If we’re going to be the shining future, shouldn’t we create a coherent identity? Or maybe it could be that our lack of self is what will ultimately save us. We are each diverse individuals, with something different to offer and if we just accept that we can all settle into our roles peacefully then all will be good in the world.”
