The forgotten promise of my generation....

The whole world seems to be falling off at the seams and my country has not been left behind from the winds of turmoil and uncertainty that gradually blows us towards an unseen brink. What lies at the bottom of the abyss beyond the cliff I do not know. But I know that as a generation we have failed. And failed rather remarkably!

Every generation has a promise and every generation fails its promise in some measure. For what is a promise if it is not haughty enough to be an aspiration! I was born into a generation with roots in a murky, hardening and protracted struggle for economic and social identity - whether in the microcosm of our own hamlets of existence or on a global stage. A basis that carried the expectation of great achievements and promise of opportunities for takers. Seeded in ideals of tolerance and equality, we came with the promise to build bridges of confidence and unity over all that divided us. 

And when I look around me today, I cannot help but feel that we have squandered away what was handed down to us from our fathers who toiled hard to put up for us a foundation from whence we could establish identities that would make us proud citizens in whatever room we walked into. Instead we have landed ourselves into self-centered isolated islands with no room to spare, no charity in our hearts, intolerance to our neighbours and devoid of the capability to build and sustain relationships. 

Yes we have made a lot of progress on the chronology of evolution with means and ways to ease every pain and eliminate most basic units of struggle. In the process however, we have managed to increase the distances between our hearts, break down the bonds that held us together and all of this while pursuing individualistic aspirations fuelled by fear and greed. A fear that feeds greed and a greed that fuels fear. Entangled in a vicious cycle that is pushing a generation towards a social and economic reality that has incinerated all that was our rich inheritance. 

We have become more prosperous and pronounced as a people but driven a a blade against the moral fibres to the point from whence we can probably no longer repair. And, unabashedly, we continue gnawing at that which unites us, and continue building more walls that divide us.

Acquisition of wealth and associated potency has become the axis of most of our existences. In this pursuit values of sharing, kindness and civic duty being drowned in an apathy that is so dark and desperate that it has begun feeding on our own self worth. 

But I believe that there is good there in our souls. Buried deep in the reverie of selfishness and self-centredness, there still burns the promise of the generation that was to take the world on a shinier path. From the debate that I hear waging in corners and the unrest that brews within the walls of our homes, I hear hope for a better tomorrow. It is hope worth clinging on to for without a tiny glimmer of hope of some measure, we will end up as a generation that failed our past and failed our future.