Welcome to our new generation, we are the future(?)

REVISITED

For quite some time I've had this subject or topic (whatever you might want to call it) in the back of my head. It's been far too long for me to just let it be inside my head. Over the last 6 months that I've worked at my job I started seeing a whole different world during closing shifts. It's a depressive, bleak mood with struggles and addictions. Not a world of mindless fun and joy. Reality hit me hard. As a person, one wishes to have a good life surrounded by family and friends; family is what matters right? I'd like to believe that's the root of happiness.

I remember growing up. The concept of a family wasn't there, but I had family. I still do. I have friends. I have a job. I can't complain. Life is good and I am not complaining.  I shouldn't take everything for granted. I'm slowly losing track of what I want to say. In the past weeks I have seen first-hand what our generation is really like. I get to witness what real America is like. A young generation full of homeless young adults. Life is barely starting and yet they're homeless already. Some around my age, some younger. This is America... this is home. Drugs and alcohol seem to be what cloud reality. Some resort to "selling plasma" in order to buy food for the day. 

I remember when I was a kid, I would see this old homeless guy walking around our city. You could count the number of homeless with one hand in our city.  Old men who gave in to their addictions, lost in their own hell. Those were the homeless people I knew. Now, 15yrs later, homeless people everywhere and the stereotype has changed. They no longer are old men with addictions and lost minds. It is those old friends from high school who made a bad decision. Young kids who just happened to be at the wrong place and wrong time. When I see these people I feel bad because I don't think they should be in such situation.

I keep writing this hoping for something good. It's depressing to know about their current situation. Such a depressing thing to think about. But that is what I see every day. That is America. That's all for now, I had to get this off my chest. I'm going back to sleep. I'm glad I have a roof over my head.