What specific aspect of this term means anything different than rebel, Turk, hedonist, insurgent, or pirate? It essentially becomes an outsider to the way in which society is able to witness creativity before itself, having the chance to mold a path of preparation now or even discussion rather, regarding an experienced logic. As a community of creatives, we slowly tread the waters of virtual reality, artificial intelligence, sustainable energy, socially-informed politics and all of which together, diminish the typical foundation for the purpose of that empty sandbox across the street. The only pair of sneakers that children reach for mid-day, grasping the soles hanging amongst the telephone cables between every streetlight, finally breaks wind to exist. Pairs of shoes that shy attention away from the heavens above, singing gently in a back and forth pattern of movements right next to the clawed feet of a black crow, those laced shoes fall silent. For the reasons of choice, opinion and factual support, the “millennial” is appraised for being lost, disguising itself as critically-acclaimed.
So what does this mean or otherwise, should mean? A harrowing in the distance beckons disbelief to a constant movement that struggles to gain that form of identity used as a way to explain the times. These times, which encompass much knowledge, suffer at the hands of productivity that gratifies mass appeal. It is daunting when one has to discover life through their own perception, but those mediums aren’t controlled and from the start, young men and women encounter their world as either opportunity or fate. The difference now, encompasses that information, giving the “millennial” a new form of meaning before simply reaching a resolve. Change occurs rapidly at any point and the stress of not knowing sinks the mind into deeper spaces of thought; because sitting on the front porch to drink coffee and smoke a cigarette at dawn, just isn’t the same as sharing tea with friends at a new café found by GPS. Conversations begin with media bias rather than intellectual thought restrained by the struggle to agree before slowly adjusting to accept someone else’s ideology as real.
Connection seems to be a ritual now, working between trust and manipulation to a certain degree. Accessibility brings forth power and with it, fostering ideas of how to gauge the rest. Because like America, where the millennial has a vested interest, the concept becomes a paradox if it already isn’t. What is left condenses down into an overlooked comic strip from the Sunday newspaper. For years, the strip has greatly presented this notion overtime. But like the concept, Sunday newspapers have finally run their course, providing enough nostalgia for the moment. Writing with a relentless vigor swept away for what feels like a second. Astigmatism, HD (Hi-definition), social media and more of the latter, come and go, while these terms and ideas find a special place within our current history. How much positive have they really contributed and has the constant progressive idea of the further, truly made life grand? As our comic strips fade so do our outlooks toward what the youthful mind wants to achieve as it learns to gain wisdom from the past. What is the same, is the point of context for why the creation itself surpasses possibility of new heights. It fulfills the simple prestige on the joys of life to make a message easier to communicate by the day, because of having the chance to give.
The point of madness doesn’t necessarily become odd at all. We’ve finally given up our arms and are more than willing to give the young heretic its voice. The millennial may lead the movement, but ideas continuously progress the motive. And as odd as a pair of sneakers dangling from cable wires, assumes the condition(s) of our human nature, what we expend our youth longing to understand. Self-creation binds us together, but in our push forward beyond the dark ages of the millennial yet to come, we unpack our things. We take off our shoes, tie the laces and pitch them in the air. Shouting freedom, freedom has come; for us to feel the grains of sand between our toes. Then we’ll know the true excitement once again, behind the want for reaching a new aesthetic. The young and learned are and will always remain, shoe-laced sneakers hanging from a wire.
