I am one of the many in my generation you refer to as “millennial” and I am just as lost as you think. But what you don’t know is the thrill of being lost is keeping me alive. When I take each breath my heart beats faster, waiting for the rush of the pain. My generation, this generation is lost for cause. We are the kids the unimaginable happened to and the pain was too much so we repressed to forget. Now you pass your judgments and stares but you helped caused this, we didn’t raise ourselves. Don’t you see you played a hand in this game?
I was raised to believe in the good of the world, believe it’s the truth until proven it’s a lie. My first real move in this life was a move off a tall cliff left only to fall far, far down flat onto my face. While lying on the ground staring up at the pretty successful world going on around me I realized no one was coming to help me, no one would hop down to brush off my shoulder and tell me to keep my chin up. So I peeled myself off the ground and slowly began to pick up the pieces my life shattered into when I hit the bottom.
I don’t know what I want or who I want to be, all I know is a want to succeed and be happy. I would honestly just settle for happy at this point. I lost myself a while back but the journey to finding who I truly want to be is just another piece in this puzzle. When it’s complete it will be a masterpiece featuring my name, my life, and my thoughts.