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“The Lost Generation.” Why were writers, such as Stein and Elliot, dubbed that, and the term applied to none thereafter? It seems as if this mysterious board is who comes up with these titles, whatever committee gathers around at the beginning of each birth cycle and says “This will be the Lost Generation" or "This will be the Pepsi Generation!” has not realized that those who are lost have not been found, and many others have been thrust along that path with no hopes of ever being retrieved. Our youth has become nothing more than the offspring of the unsturdy, the unreliable--those who in themselves are lost and apathetic. And yet, instead of looking at the parents and demanding why they have so forsaken their progeny, we instead turn with scornful glares to the hapless, misguided children and call them the irresponsible fools, dubbing them criminals, condemning them before they even get a chance to realize what they have done wrong.
In truth, it is the parents, for how can parents who never knew who they were actually be able to tell their children how to find themselves? Today’s youth is a generation that perhaps is not only lost, but not wanted. We are not the Y-generation, nor the X, nor are we the “Me” generation, or Digital-Generation (despite what rumors may be)…no…we are instead the generation of children who were not wanted, bore of parents who could not handle us. We are the epitome of what happens when a mother does not make the right choice and does not abort her child. We are the failures of today and the hate incarnate of tomorrow.
Yet in all of this, the question is forced to our minds, slammed up against the hormonal brain lost in depression and suicide. A question that never leaves: is it so much that we are the failures, or have we just…been failed? Have our parents, in their selfish greed and sexual desires, let us down? Have our cracked up, drug addicted, left over hippies who pretend to give a damn screwed us up and screwed us over so bad? Or are we the only ones to blame for our misfortunes and our own greed--our own chemical dependency and constant inventions of new diseases and mental disfunctions? Is a child raised in a family of hate to blame for their own racial prejudice?
Perhaps when the light shone upon the stage of womens rights and liberation, where our mothers walked behind those banners declaring in their shrill, piercing voices “Pro-Choice!” they lost sight of all that really mattered. Maybe in “exercising their choice” to keep us and let us grow into the morbid, psychodramatic human beings we are today, they made the wrong choice. Maybe the only choice is to abort.
People are always demanding what right do those “murderers” have to slaughter an “innocent child” growing inside of them. But have they ever stopped to think that maybe that “slaughtering” would be best? What right do those who stand against the movement have to say about letting us grow up with parents who don’t give a good god damn what happens, in a world that is only going to get worse? What right do they have to condemn us to not a right to live, but a right to suffer. A right to feel pain. Why not save the child the agony? End it before they ever know anything beyond the comfort of their mothers womb. Before they realize it doesn’t matter anyways, or become old enough to demand their own “why” or feel the pain the answer will cause. Before they are old enough to understand the meaning of a failed and unwanted generation, and feel the sting of lost innocence and ideals.
In truth, if I had my way, no more children would be born. Spare mercy on them, and make the world a better place by letting most of us die out first. Perhaps then they wouldn’t hurt.
Though the rest of us cannot choose to be aborted now. Instead, we are left to our own devices, to deal in whatever ways possible. To learn what we can and to find a means in any way to escape the reality that we are not wanted nor are we accepted by anybody, including our families and ourselves. Anything to escape the understanding that we are nothing more than the Failed Generation.
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