Indeed we are a lost generation. A youth of speculators searching for wealth after the goldrush. Our generation is lost because in the swirling dustbowl we are strangers in a kingdom of dirt castles. Antiquated architecture to ominus to face- our knowledge that they have always been there plays into our ignorance of why, or who put them there. Despite our arsenal and its ability to bring these castles down we just talk about its weaknesses, never acting. Our pugnacity is undoubtable, but paralysis grips us all.
Our youth and education must not be in vain. Though these are weapons for progress they are for naught if not put into action. As another school year dawns, we must swear to get up, get out, and get some- on any level, so as to say thank you to the cosmos for giving us these privleges.
Dream Big
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