a conversation on our generation

A nurse at work started a conversation on Friday, and it’s been lingering in my mind the past couple days. 

This nurse is in her 50’s and going to retire this year from the school district after working there for forever…I think about 20 yrs. 

I don’t remember how it started, but she was talking to my coworker (also in her late 50’s)  and I about “this generation.” …my generation…

This generation doesn’t have the drive like we did, she said . When I was young, we had opportunities and we worked hard and we went places. Both of my sons are in their early 30’s and both went to college, graduated, and now decided to join the military because there are no good jobs. And I look at their friends, she said. About 2 out of 10 are doing OK. Just OK. About 2 have OK jobs. The other 8 are still living with their parents, in their 30’s, with no real goals about their future. And they have no loyalty…they hop from job to job because the pay is low and the job is not interesting anymore…they want everything handed to them on a silver platter. They want the best jobs, with the best pay, with the least amount of work. I think this will be the first generation that will do worse than we did, worse than their parents.


…just a bit depressing. I hate to say it, but a lot of this rings true. Every generation has their own set of struggles though. I believe ours is the economy, and the continuing deterioration of our culture’s morality, our growing entitlement attitude, to name a few. 

But what do we do? What do we do in our situation? I asked this question, and the response was, “start something new.”  

I think that’s pretty good advice. Start a new business venture, start a new culture/movement, pave your own new path, don’t follow the crowd in passivity. Our generation inevitably will be raising the future generations, like it or not. So we got to go with what we’ve got, and make it work. Soon we will be the ones to care for the younger ones, and they will be looking to us for advice. We can’t be dependent forever — time will not wait. 


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