My arguments with my parents all but inevitably end up as
clashes between idealism and practicality. It almost makes narrative sense. I’m
the inexperienced youngster with naïve and harmful ideas about reshaping the
world and they’re the wise and seasoned elders who have done the work of trying to shape the world
for years. Or, they’re the people who’ve gotten so dulled by the grind of
trying to cultivate trees that they’ve ended up missing the forest. And since I’m
the idealistic one in this scenario let me say that I’m glad we’re moving away
from the background radiation of cynicism that pervaded youth culture in the past
decade and change. If there’s a chance the second narrative is right we need
all the idealists and optimists we can get, if only so they can became the
pessimistically practical older generation that dilutes the undercooked ideas
of the next.
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