Children of the Fall

 

Children of the Fall

They are a lost generation. People once called Generation X “the lost generation,” but X had the hedonism of the 80s and 90s, the thrill of a world opening up, even the early wonder of the internet. This new generation inherits none of that. They were born into collapse. The internet is not discovery to them. It is an addiction they never chose, a background hum they cannot escape.

They are directionless, yes, but not because they lack awareness. They already know how futile it is to play the old game, to pretend the world can be steered by the same tools that failed us. Their work is different: healing the wounds they carry before adulthood, stitching together a sense of wholeness long before we would have admitted we were broken. They are damaged children of a damaged generation, but in that damage lies the possibility of strength.

They will heal. And when they do, they will be harder, wiser, and more deeply human than what came before. They will not rebuild what we had. They will create something we cannot yet imagine. They will learn to stand even as the world burns around them.

In 2025, they are still in shock. Still gathering themselves as the ground shifts faster than anyone can comprehend. But they are adapting in ways we are not equipped to. They feel betrayed by us. Rightly so, perhaps. But part of their healing will be to accept that we, too, were only stumbling forward in the dark. And in that acceptance, they will find forgiveness. Not just for us, but for themselves.

It is like a fledgling falling from the nest, before it realizes it can fly. Humanity too has tried to soar too high, too fast, and been burned for it. We are still learning what fire is, and this generation feels that heat raw against their skin. Their comforts are fewer, but because of that, they run deeper.

They are less full of illusions, less full of posturing, less full of lies than we were. Pain has burned away the excess. And in that rawness, they carry something we lost; solidarity. They hold each other up in ways our generation rarely managed. They understand instinctively that they are not just individuals, but part of a global collective.

It is transition. It is species evolution. It has to be this way, even if we cannot see why.