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Highway Generation

We were told we had been lost. Lost generation was our name. That’s happened everytime. No matter what, next generation will be lost in the eyes of previous one. It’s normal. I did understand it and promised myself wouldn’t be like that.
Here you go! I’m in my early twenties and pretty sure that people just 5 or even 3 years younger than me came from other planet! And I’m not alone in my belief. My friends often talk about how things got worse and “those” are much more spoiled, foolish than we were at the same age. They are so different that we can’t recognize ourselves in them.
There was no war, revolution or any other event that could make guys just 3 years younger so different. But still we feel we are. And is it really that bad? Why do we think it’s a regress? Probably, it’s evolution.
Different doesn’t mean worse, does it? I stop and try to look at them close-up. Who are they? And why do we think we weren’t the same?
Thankfully, I got brother four years younger than me. I couldn’t research him for sure – I love him too much! But he has friends whom I can research without being biassed. I was talking with them, going with some of them on a date and noticing, noticing….
You know what? We actually did come from different planets! In this case there is no mistake with rumors!
They are teens as we were… they have the same old problems that teens had since the Day One. But we live in parallel realities. If we are “lost” generation, they are “found”. Since I remember myself, my friends, classmates we always have questions, doubts. We are scared to be wrong and that’s why we ask opinions and think twice. And while we have questions they have answers! No asking, no doubting! Google is perfectly enough for their questions. All answers are given to them. They perfectly fit to the world they live in! Amazing!
While I was hanging out with them I had obtrusive association. They remind me a highway. Highway, the straight road without traffic lights, turns and crossroads. Road with a lot of lines so everyone can go in his own way but at the same direction as everybody else. What you need driving on highway is just push accelerator as hard as you can and relax.
If you suddenly have a question there will be signs that will tell you everything you have to know. And you even shouldn’t stop to read them! The only and main problem you might have – you must go with the speed of traffic. Otherwise…they will beep you up and leave you behind. You gotta go – that’s the rule. No parking lots or even emergency parking on highways!
When I look at them I see Highway Generation. Boys and girls, who don’t stop, don’t ask and don’t think much. They go…Go for new friends; new experience, new places, new love, new dramas and happiness…go for new life, life that can’t be the same as a day ago! Life that supposes to be changed as frequently as possible.
But don’t think they are shallow or immoral! No way! They do have values. Or value. Movement.
They push fashion to get changed every season. They push gadgets to be replaced with their even slightly improved versions. They need to feel changes every second otherwise…they get scared. They are scared to be bored. They aren’t afraid of danger – they choose extreme sports! They aren’t afraid of missing anything such as Big True Love while changing their “love objects” every two-week period. They’re scared to get bored…Who isn’t though!
I’m scared too! But for me this fear isn’t vital, isn’t subconscious. It doesn’t make me do things just to feel myself busy and as a result alive. Descartes said “Cogito ergo sum”. “Highway” generation needs to move to feel its existence.
Highway generation is the legendary perpetual mobile. They push civilization today in an eternal go. It’s good! It’s called progress. And as a perpetual mobile they are working for the sake of process and not for the sake of result. Perpetual motion is possible only when you don’t have a goal – place where you are going.
They were told that answer is living and not achieving. And they do! They are falling in love without get in love. They are suffering without making conclusions of their experience. They are studying or working without getting self-fulfilled. They are living without getting wise and old. They stay young, naïve and curious - it’s what society wants from them!
If you value process and not result, you can’t get old and die. Impossible! There is only living! There is no result of it!
Probably, it’s the only way to survive today. Probably, this is saving mutation…which means I will die out because I still need a speed limit signs, traffic lights and crossroads in my life. I still need to have chance to get to the next traffic light and go back if I missed my turn.
Pretty old-fashion, I know :))