Trapped In The Margins

I really don’t know what to say because I feel the constant stress of sounding profound. Every moment has to be curated in this age of instant gratification and constant updates. I feel outdated and I’m only 25. The newer models are already taking the floor when I haven’t even been sold. That’s what life feels like. A constant news cycle where people have to force themselves over the edge in order to be heard. I feel that we have all taken a step closer to the edge as a society and the slightest breeze sends people over. We have all collectively lost our minds in pursuit of some higher purpose that is simultaneously bringing us closer to the clouds and six feet under the ground. It’s maddening.

I feel caught between a generation that looks upon mine for inspiration/as a warning and the older generation that criticized us for buying in to their broken promises. I feel cheated because the system played me. I followed the rules and got screwed every step of the way. Now I share interview rooms with people twice by age and eight years my junior. I’m competing with people that have too much experience and those who have never lived in a world without FaceBook and global terrorism. I pray that the breeze hits me soon because standing on this edge could drive a person to the darkest parts of one’s soul.