Traversing through Transition

Gen X. Gen Y. There are many terms to label who we are and who we should be. Those born in the 70s/80s deserve more than just an alphabet for a tag.

In our prime, we’re witnessing and defining the rules of evolution of anthropological experiences. Breaking old traditions, learning to write new ones, removing stigma attached to ideologies which, as recently as 10 years ago were the rule.

Adapting to change at a pace faster than ever before, crafting the norms of the future and breaking old traditions takes time and patience; ironically, the two things that we don’t quite possess in this era of information overdose.

We’ve seen it all — turning the page from human interactions where evenings were spent bonding and unwinding through human interaction to social interactions largely dictated by a window on your 6-inch phone screen. We’ve gone from days of seeking information buried in books and stories told to now struggling to extract real knowledge as we clear the noise of free flowing (and sometimes unsolicited) information.

We still adhere to traditions of the previous generation to honour and please, yet, struggle to keep up with the pace of change. We’re finding our own identity as we traverse through the meaning of life, it’s purpose and knowing how best it should be lived.

We have a lot more opinions as we open our minds with more resources to learn, more reasons to think, more to express but very little validation (remember, we’re busy being heroes of our own stories with little time to spare) which we seek more than ever. More confused than ever yet learning more than ever through unchartered territory makes us capable of being nimble. We thus, manage to continually adapt and grow and thrive.

Living is a lot more convenient, but life isn’t easy — greater competition in the time of globalization, greater expectations and changed perceptions of relationships, constantly being connected yet feeling lonely, earning enough but not knowing enough, always sizing ourselves up and feeling unfulfilled as we seek answers to the purpose of it all.

As we walk the path with an outdated manual, we’re slowly embracing change. We’re (hopefully) glad to be alive in these times to be the torchbearers of the transition generation.

With struggle comes a search for meaning, greater thought leads to greater work. All this, in an attempt to build a new legacy as we pass the baton to the rising Generation Z, hoping they make it count.

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