It feels like the more we learn, the more we label, and then the more we crib about being labelled.
The world can be widely divided into two catagories of people, the ones who define everything by set parameters, or into “labels”, and the ones who do the same but pretend to “hate” thus labels. Although, I agree that a label doesn’t define you, and you must certainly not be discriminated on the basis of it, but it is a part of who you are, so what’s wrong with defining parameters? What’s wrong with calling a relationship, a realtionship? Or with calling white person, Caucasian? It’s just as simple as a calling someone who sells flowers, a florist; or someone who lies and swears by false promises, a politician. Is it not?
One such label that has surfaced in recent times, is the word Millennial. Essentially, the word millennial refers to all individuals born sometime between the early 1980s and the mid-1990s to early 2000s. But off-late this has become a label somewhat unwanted, and abused; now reaching a place where being called a millennial loosely translates to being called an entitled, lazy, caffeinated, half baked adult, who spends too much on avacados.
And although, this is not necessarily all untrue (we are mostly caffeinated), when you look through our lives, you also realise that as science and technology has progressed and evolved, our lives as a whole has become a lot simpler, physically, therefore explaining why we probably didn’t have to climb a mountain, raft through a river, and cross two deserts to reach school like our grandfathers claim to have done. So maybe we did grow up easier as compared to that, but we had our fair share of struggle, if not more.
According to Psychology Today, “the average high school kid today has the same level of anxiety as the average psychiatric patient in the early 1950s.” Studies show that the rates of depression and anxiety among teenagers have increased by 70 per cent in the past 25 years. The number of children and young people turning up with a psychiatric condition has more than doubled since 2009 and, in the past three years, hospital admissions for teenagers with eating disorders have also almost doubled. Most of these cases are accounted to the highly competitive status of our environments, academically, socially, aesthetically, and in practically every field.
Even so, our generation has been the generation of people to have pushed their limits much more than the previous generations. We questioned the concepts of work vs passion, combing them into one, chasing our passions, making a career out of it. More and more people today do what they love, as opposed to being corporate slaves (unless that’s what they love). And albeit, lately I have come across talks by people stating how following ones passions makes one less likely to succeed, I have witnessed hundreds, and more of people who did succeed pursuing what they loved.
We are restless, but only because we are hungry for success. We probably are lazy, but that only pushes us to work harder to make our lives easier. We are struggling to handle our finances, but only because of the previous generation ( who we do love dearly nevertheless) who forfeited the economy to ruins.
And let’s not forget we were the last batch of kids to have the perfect childhood, running around in parks, and riding bicycles, as well as getting tech- savvy by high school; we have had the best of both worlds.
We grew up watching technology, empires, cities as a whole, rise and evolve in what seemed like overnight, changing by the ticking second, rising and falling like drifts in the stock market, it always seemed impossible to sit still and observe. To not participate in this massive uprising we call life. So maybe our era saw it’s share of distress, but it is our era that put it’s heads and hearts together to bring about change. We were fated to be the bustling, entitled, insomniac, pushy aeon that we are.
Because without us, who would change the world?