I have mentioned before that I usually try to live by my grandmother’s rule.
“If you haven’t got anything nice to say, don’t say anything.”
Today? Well I have nothing nice to say, so I should probably keep my own counsel. Perhaps growing up in the 60s, 70s and 80s as I did, I am a touch idealistic but…
Where did the hope go? When did we go from wanting a better more peaceful future for the world and its people, to what seems to me at times, well this is as good as it can ever get? As a mother, I can see the younger generation seems far less excited about the future than I was at their age?
Have we stolen the hopes and dreams of future generations?What have we done?
There seems to be a general air of pessimism, I have not seen in my lifetime.
Is it just me?
I would love some feedback and maybe ideas how we can perhaps improve things.
I am not somebody who ever thought she would start talking about the Good ‘Ole Days but I do miss the excited idealism, which young people once brought to the world. When Pandora’s box was opened, the last creature to escape the box was hope.
Did hope sneak out the back door, while we were all busy on social media? Has hope left the building?