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My sister inherited my parent's generation, and with that, an unstoppable urge to question the politics of excess and the supply of demand.

From dangerous games and electronics to novels about girls being girls the way that boys being boys told them they should be, many were led to a final resting place while attempting to end up astray. Things were built to last; an hommage to one's country and the pride one felt knowing that such wonderful and longlasting things came from a people so dedicated to leaving blood, sweat and tears as a chief artefact.

I inherited my sister's generation, which, despite its best intentions, partnered entitlement with expectation and erroneously equated accumulation with progress.

It's now a crime to think of bucket lists as a collection of experiences and memories, rather than as a collection of belongings framing the past just long enough to be rejected by the future. Being hard on kids makes them champions with no soul. Being soft on kids makes them soulful with few victories. And anything in the middle isn't good enough to be loved or bad enough to be hated.

The circle of life would not be complete without younger populations blaming older populations for the indiscretions that have darkened the future, nor would it be complete without older generations criticizing younger generations for their inabilities to understand what makes the future brighter.

Someone will inherit my generation someday, and hopefully with it, the ability to light everything on fire.