Generation Next

We pass to this next generation a crazy world, and for that, I am sorry. I am rueful that they inherit a globe rife with warming effects. I am saddened to hand over a new society with mixed-up rules and agendas. A world where there is no peace, no leadership and a broken political system. Not to mention a pandemic which resulted in a deep bend to our societal customs. Wherein, they will not be the first generation to inherit climate change, they may be the first to pay strict attention to it, and finally institute effective remedies to help correct it. For too long, previous generations have politically argued and neglected their responsibility to the future, it is now the time to hear the voice of this new ‘Generation Next’.

The mindset I am seeing with these new young minds is that of tolerance. In the protests held in solidarity calling for an end to racial bias, I see these youths standing shoulder-to-shoulder, black, white or brown, male and female alike, blazed with their own identities. They look to each other and seem to appreciate and celebrate their comrades and the triumphs of changes they are making. They have a clear and strong voice, I am happy they are raising that voice for all the old farts to hear. Maybe, just maybe, their fierce shouts will be the ones to finally bring about an end to racism, once and for all.

It is high time that we begin to recognize the commonality that links us as Americans. Regardless of the color of one’s skin or economic status, is there a father or mother out there that does not hope for a better life for their offspring? Of course not, that is an ingrained human trait and thankfully we have not bred that out of our system (thank you Dr. Phil!). We all want the days of our children to be better than our own.

I’ve been taking notes and the message I am receiving is from the  perspective of a single ocean wave. That tidal gush is bringing the change these bright, young, unbiased minds prescribe for themselves as they forge through to their rightful throne, My God, I hope it is a Tsunami.


PS Happy Birthday, Bubba. The world you inherit is your oyster!