Ramblings of a Young Adult, Part I

   As a young adult, I find myself imprisoned between the two walls of adulthood and childhood. Adulthood offers freedom, while childhood offers security. As time passes, I’ve learnt otherwise.

   When I was a child, things were simple. You wanted food? You wanted toys? Here. I remember we would decorate our ice cream on a hot summer’s day with Millions and chocolate sauce; or we would parade beneath the Christmas tree and glints of its fluorescent light bulbs, wondering what awaits us on the morning of 25^th December. Here’s the thing, we were children and we loved it. We were dreamers, determinant of the world tomorrow, how did we end up here?

   It’s peculiar, really. I find myself an odd ball. I’m at the denouement of my teenage years; genesis of my mature years. You feel detached. Mature acquaintances consider their ways righteous and absolute; whereas youths nowadays are obsessed with anarchistic ideas, a phase they all go through. Video games become an escapism, opinions repudiated and rantings a personal weakness. Where’s our voice, our identity as millennials? It’s folly to diminish us to mere label between baby boomers and iGens (post-millennials). We are humans too and we deserve to be validated.

Photo 1.1 Source: https://pixabay.com/static/uploads/photo/2012/10/04/01/53/boy-59171_640.jpg

Photo 1.2 Source: https://pixabay.com/static/uploads/photo/2014/10/01/18/02/sad-468923_640.jpg

Written, Randall