We are the Fucked Generation

We were born on the edge of the exhilarating success of the modern Western Society, we've been absolutely spoilt by our parents and grandparents, and we probably lived the most hilarious childhood ever, being appropriately educated, watching TV and practicing healthy sports, while we've been enjoying the benefits of what is still called "Welfare State" and the wonderfulness of having Individual Freedom and Human Rights.

We didn't know anything about the Financial Market and we naively dreamt something like the World Peace, until this terrifying Monster, better known as The Crisis, woke us up and forced our childish eyes to see how's the shape of a Nightmare.

Today is complicated. And even if we like "complicated", in spite of all the mean thoughts about us, it seems to be too much complicated. We're lost, like children, in the middle of a Forest of Sins, where each tree is a mistake inherited from the past.

Nobody wants to talk with us. Everybody's afraid of us. Almost everybody thinks that each of us is just a child, someone knows that we would like to say something. We can breath this air, full of fear and blame. Nobody wants us to contribute to the creation of OUR future. They don't like to share, although some of them invented funny things like Communism.

We will always be treated like children, without any possibility of taking part in every important debate among Adults. We are wonderful, but mute, while they're making choices and trying to face the Global Enemy, of course without losing their seats at the Table of Power.

In 1929 the Lost Generation lived the edge and the end of the First American Dream. Are we living the final Fall of the Western Empire? We don't know, we read Harry Potter to escape from Reality and we're afraid of The Hunger Games, because it doesn't look like a Fantasy Novel... We won't have a Third World War which would help a New President Roosevelt, mainly because we're too gentle.

They say we are lazy, maybe because Money is not our God and our God is without Money. We're dying, but we're singing a Love Song and writing on Facebook that's snowing. We're learning from the Ocean of Romantic Tears we've never cried, waiting for our Destiny. We are drowing in a vague Hope.

We can't be rebels, being part of a Universe of Fake Rebels. We stay hungry, feeling nauseated, we stay foolish, but misunderstood. 

Today is the Blue Monday and we're not allowed to distinguish the Colour of Tomorrow, but it's clear that Friday will be bloody Red, like our hearts. 

We are the Sons of Friday, we believe in Venus, we need an iPhone.

We are the wind of Twitter, each of us might have 140 characters of celebrity, we should know that Justin Bieber is a sort of an Athalaricus 2.0.

We are the Fucked Generation.

(D.D.)