We weren’t supposed to feel this way at this age. We were supposed to be raging with joy, howling with happiness and making all new mistakes every goddam day.
Here we are cleaning the mess the generations before us made. Planting trees and hoping that they grow as fast as our anxiety. Getting therapy so that we don’t pass the generational trauma like an heirloom. Explaining love as a theoretical concept just so our version of it gets accepted. Fighting unrealistic beauty standards. Looking away from the edge of a building causes the thought to jump has crossed our head at least once. Finding moments of delusional peace.
Each of us is a glorious mess of unending existential crisis. Each of us loving like there’s no love. Each of us striving to be stone cold and yet kind. Somehow kind.
How did we end up carrying the weight of the world we are only supposed to live in. How did we end up so fucked up?
-By Diksha Pandey (CA Student)
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