I sometimes feel like I belong to a generation that’s slowly getting extinct.
Not because we didn’t evolve or adapt, but because the essence of how we lived, felt, and connected is fading away.
We were a generation that spoke with eyes and not emojis.
We waited for letters, calls, and moments — and every pause had a story behind it.
Conversations were warm, layered, and filled with emotions that didn’t need filters or edits.
We expressed through silences, through the way we asked “had lunch?” instead of saying “I love you.”
And now, I watch the new generation — Gen Z — take over.
They are fierce, witty, charming, and unbelievably sharp.
Their exposure to the world is a zillion times more than what we ever had.
They think fast, talk smart, and move on faster than we can process.
We lived life with pauses; they live it in reels.
We waited; they swipe.
We saved moments; they share them instantly.
We had hang-ups; they have clarity.
We feared being judged; they don’t care who’s watching.
And that’s what makes them powerful.
Their practicality and intellect will take them places our emotions couldn’t.
They know their worth and they draw boundaries fearlessly — something we learned much later in life.
They’re bold, expressive, and brutally honest.
But maybe, just maybe, they’ll miss the sweetness that comes from uncertainty, the depth that comes from waiting, the love that comes without words.
Our generation held onto relationships, even the broken ones, trying to fix and mend.
Theirs believe in letting go — in peace, not in pieces.
We were raised to adjust; they’re raised to choose.
We found meaning in compromise; they find it in self-respect.
And I can’t decide if that’s beautiful or heartbreaking.
Maybe it’s both.
Everything is evolving — and rightly so.
Maybe I won’t live long enough to see how this world finally shapes under their rule.
But I surely see how it all began — how conversations became captions, emotions turned into reactions, and connections started depending on Wi-Fi.
We belonged to the era of warmth; they belong to the era of wisdom.
Maybe the balance lies somewhere in between — where emotion meets intellect, and heart meets logic.
Until then, I’ll quietly watch this transition — a little proud, a little nostalgic —
as my generation slowly turns into a beautiful memory.
Blessmesai 