we need each other

We're all prisoners of our time, and each new generation takes on the mantle of the previous and unapologetically question, to fight, to ask for better of what the prior generation passes to them; as did the prior generations ahead of them did in the past.

I think about how our perception of time changes at the cusp of each decade, time speeds up; and we feel closer to our mortality and the delicacy and harshness of life.

I think the older generation looks mostly in fear that the young burst into the world feeling too invincible, too trusting, too...naive; and in a stern voice, the 'old' tries to guide from their own experiences in a sea of changing times.

the old goes 'you don't understand the way of the world'

the young echoes back 'you don't understand us'

a game of blind mice describing what an elephant is like.

I think the young might be too eager to take the entirety of the world into their outstretched arms; too eager to see it all, feel it all, breath it all in. In their youth, they felt time as expansive as the universe; as expansive as the multiverse; they felt the forever so poignantly, so casually -- that I remember in every note I wrote to my best friend in elementary school, I sign it with 'we'll be best friends 4ever' as small charms on bracelets and barbie doll clothes are etched to echo the state of forever and ever in the minds of single-digit aged humans.

prejudices on both sides, if we take the easy reductive lenses.

each generation has a role, has a voice - even if it is said in what sounds like ignorance from one side or another.

listen, find merit in those voices.

only then may we get closer to understanding the elephant in a soup of ambiguity.