Will we ever grow up? by Dario Pio Muccilli, Star-Revue EU correspondent

2025 has happened. The 21st century has officially begun his quarter life crisis.

According to many psychologists, that is a time when young adults enter the real world and experience anxiety, sorrow, insecurity and doubt.

In other words, the world has just graduated from college and still does not know what to do for a living.

Older generations do not understand these problems, they are tougher and see their sons as weaklings. That is probably what 21’s father, the twentieth century, would have thought if he had survived the 2000s. He had no time for a quarter life crisis: world wars, authoritarianism, economic crises and genocides stormed his childhood until his forties.  His father, the 19th century, did not leave him other than a cult for violence, revenge and militarism.

But yet he managed to get out of his own mud and to build a new house where he could live calmer. Of course, old habits were hard to quit, occasionally he fired some bullets – although not in the western living room – or threatened to drop some very huge bomb.

Anyway, he attempted to create the best conditions for his son to grow up peacefully. Notwithstanding the stormy first years of his childhood, 21 was too young to understand the consequences and rather began to embrace idealism and enthusiasm, believing he would be better than his ancestors. He accumulated growth, called meetings, enhanced the organizations his father built, with the ambition of addressing the problems his elders couldn’t solve: climate crisis, poverty, racism, all of that while maintaining the peace.

Nevertheless, during the pandemic, like every other student in the world, he was locked down at home and lost friends and socialization.

He didn’t learn notions. He didn’t acquire any know-how. Something in his learning failed, because today, although four years have passed, he is simply making the wrong choices.

He largely ignores the climate crisis, creating partisanships on an issue which is neither right nor left-wing.

He does not care about income inequalities and lay-offs that fill the streets with desperation.

He despises migrants but does nothing to change the causes of their migration.

He even failed to maintain peace.

Rather he closes himself each day in a single room of the mansion he inherited from his father, and he always assumes that is the better and safest place to stay away from his anxiety. And all the problems, all the bad people are outside, like the ghost many babies fear will catch them if they take their feet out of the blanket.

He does not understand that each room is like the others, the problems are everywhere and there is no way to escape them unless by fixing the whole house.

But quarter life crises come to an end, 2025 will hopefully mark its beginning. Good luck 21st century and happy new year!

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