2039 is a year of bliss, a year of growth, and a year where the past could be forgotten. Yet here I am with the past. We remember the past 25 years. Economic collapse, followed by a revolution of the people. We suffered and we overcame, but not without loss. My friends fought for everything. We were the generation of change. We were open to ideas that would progress the world to the future. Yet we remembered the hard work of our grandparents. Our parents didn’t understand. They couldn’t stop telling us how they gave us everything in a time when everything could be given. It is easy for them to say.
I think back to being a kid, and they were right. They did give us everything. They gave us anything we would ask for. Food led us to gluttony. Possessions led us to envy. Entertainment led us to lust and sloth and wrath. Society had already accepted pride and greed. They were all there; all seven deadly sins.
The early 20’s were the worst. Our parents were retiring, and we thought things would get easier for us. Employers didn’t want us. We didn’t learn the importance of technology at birth like out younger brothers and sisters. We helped society make that change, and agreed it was important in education. I guess you could say it was our fault, but the cards we were given didn’t give us much choice. We were martyrs. More focused on making the world a better place than preparing for the new world.
The 30’s weren’t much better. One by one our parents started to pass away. They left us with an unpaid mortgage on a house, and nothing else. Their life insurance money was gone. The had to cash it in for growing medical costs. They never expected to live this long, and neither did the banks and investors. None of them had saved enough money to live. They were relying on Social Security and Medicare, but those were just policies of the past by then.
We were skipped; The smallest generation and the forgotten. The hard workers, the education advocates, the change makers; it didn’t matter anymore. All that mattered was technology. We knew it was coming to this. Back when we were young universities weren’t prepared. Our technology skills were out of date, and only a few of us could afford to keep up with the new trends.
Our qualifications don’t matter anymore. Everything we learned is done by computers now. I write this to ask our brothers for help. Please try to understand. Try to look past our large depression and mental problems, because our situation was never great. We helped you get where you are today. We are not looking for pity, just respect. Give us something to live for. Help us become better people.
Sincerely,
Gen-Y
Our Age is Retrospective 