Originality, the approach towards it, varies generation to generation. My generation seems more to prone to swallow it whole, occasionally savoring the flavors that pass down the tongue of experience. Previous generation, let's say, my parents generation, wants to whip it with the thick leather belt of tradition. "No daughter of mine-!" While listening to a member of the older generation lament on his past, I realized how different we ALL are from one another and that is superb.
But this member of the past didn't think so. He saw himself as different from most people and that it should be "corrected" with his death. The girl sitting next to me watches me open my mouth to ask why and mouthed, "Don't say anything."
Fine, I thought, I'll leave the man to his misery and considering how I feel towards this man I'm not going to put too much thought into his suffocation of self.
It would appear the generation previous is still hunting for the approval of a society long since past. Still clinging to morals and values that seem to no longer apply. So that generation is attempting to shape this generation into what it was supposed to be. Our generation doesn't seem to care for that idea at all and is proceeding to make as many changes as humanly possible to the "good old days". Is this curse we have to face as the years fly past? Are we doomed to repeat that history?
God I hope not.
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