The older I get the more I see waves of young people in America come to terms with the reality that the dreams they have been chasing might be a lie. It usually starts in their mid-to-late 20s when they’re either passed over for promotion, are frustrated with their rate of professional growth, or are cut loose altogether for things outside of their control in the corporate world. And while this sobering realization could be a wake up call, for most people it has the opposite effect. They succumb to the system and accept that they’re just cogs in a big machine. They take what they can get and invest in a retirement so that one day they’ll finally be free. At least they have a job. And insurance. And a TV to keep them company. And alcohol to help them forget about the passion they once had when adults with dead eyes would smile at them and say that they could be anything they wanted in life as long as they were willing to work hard for it.
Maybe they’ll meet someone and get married, then buy a house in the suburbs and have a couple of kids. Yes, that’s a real life. A good life. The American Dream in full.
You really can’t ask for much more than that.