My generation was raised to believe that we had the power to make a difference—if you dream it, you can do it—but our idealism got swallowed up in a country ravaged by abuse and inertia. The ambitions of our childhoods no longer seemed feasible. All of our best intentions had nowhere to go, so they burrowed inward and turned sour, giving birth to a deeply rooted egotism that was as delicate as glass. In the end, the very same children who wanted to save the world awoke to find that they had gotten lost in a world where they didn’t know how to save themselves.
