We live in a different world. we really do, there is no denying it. there may be as much violence as there always has been, but we are definitely more aware of it...what happens across the ocean is shared almost instantaneously here, and as much as we want to believe that we can trust the media and our governments we know we can't, not really, so we rely on social media.
When stories are being told by people, they are told with passion, spoken with an "I was there" timbre, a tremble in the voice. The anger, sadness, fire...undeniable intensity. Uncut videos, street level angles, pictures from living room windows and crowds of people recording the same scene from different perspectives...raw wounds. Not always negative, we see triumphs as well. Never ceasing to touch our spirits.
There is a level of cynicism in what is shared in this manner, too, turning us all into sleuths, doing some research so we don't share irresponsibly, sometimes sharing anyway because our 'guts' tell us there is more than we know going on.
What this world of sharing has created in our children is nothing short of remarkable.
Every generation has its moments marked in history, as parents that were raised in the 80s we have seen our share of amazing, touching and inspiring history. This is what we have passed onto our children. People say things about the teenagers today and their 'entitlement', and while I do see that, I also see a lot of wonderful young people. Love and acceptance without judgement, empathy, giving spirits and openness. Yet even with all that; there is a toughness, even with their willingness to love there is insight and trusted instinct and a fight. While we can look at that as a loss of innocence; we can also see that as a kind of growth. A protective layer that needed to be added...because, like I stated; the violence has always been here, now we just know more about it.
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