Where are the elder millennials, aged 34-38?

Those who won Just Say No essay contests

Who downloaded on Napster and watched the internet grow from a place to buy music and send AOL messages to a marketplace for ideas and groceries

Who came of age with the age of information

Who went to school free of worry about mass shootings, pandemics, and government shutdowns

Who could listen in quiet classrooms and learn

Who learned how to identify bias, discern source reliability, run boolean searches, and cite experts Who developed strong arguments and defended them with conviction. Who learned the value of science and experts

Who first logged into Facebook when you had to have a college email address to get in- how elitist!

Who’s adolescence coincided with the development of the world’s most powerful tool

Who are great researchers, writers, and thinkers

Who also watched 9/11 coverage on a TV wheeled into their homerooms

Who listened to older siblings and cousins tell them to go to college and just major in anything and get a good job

Who graduated college during a recession

And who waited

Who decided that getting married, buying a home, and having a family may be too big of a financial and personal risk

Who lost friends to an opiate crisis

Who felt lost and like an obsolete generation without any useful skills

Who still went to work

Who learned how to navigate corporate structures that they didn’t believe in and bureaucratic hoops without reasons

Who chipped away at their student loan debt and still do

And who, without families and mortgages that seem to be “thee purpose,” have wondered what it’s all for?

The generation to come after the “head” and before the “heart” and who hold both within them

To come after generations who laugh at our idealism and before generations so overburdened by anxiety, apathy, and distrust that come with witnessing the exposure of every kind of corruption

Who are at an age where their heads and hearts still rage strong.

Who’s work ethic and idealism define them as a generational subset. Who are hopeful enough to still value humanity and intelligent enough to figure out a “how”

Who took the hard hits and avoided risk and now are privileged with great freeness of mind, spirit, and time

Who are being summoned to lead the way in a spiritual revolution

A “cusp” generation that rides oppositions with both controlled anxiety and hope. Oppositions like conformity and resistance, practicality and risk, isolation and connectedness, individualism and community.

Who continue to ride into the sunset of the American Dream, led by embers in their hearts and uncertainty in their minds

Who have great power in their unique skills that were forgotten in a fast-forward blur into the digital age

That was sidelined by a tech-savvier younger generation and a “bottom-line” older one

Never before have our great skills been of greater need. In the age of information, our awesome teachers told us to question everything and we did, including ourselves

We’ve known what’s right and since first dialing up

But voiceless and doubtful, we swallowed our knowledge

And believed we were lazy, unmotivated, and apathetic

But ascetics no longer work for the big man and the company he keeps

The help wanted ads we missed after college are screening before us, in blue and red banners

It goes: plague, famine, war

But they have never seen a generation of true spirit

And this is spiritual warfare

Who ask but how?

It is as simple as how we started- by just saying no

No to everything we never believed in but passively went along with just to survive- the same systems and ways of living and thinking that we are watching collapse

No to long hours with no “real” work that needs to be done

No to dividing time into “quarters”

No to conflating worth with productivity or with anything at all

No to stress-induced auto-immune disorders

No to a lifestyle where pills are the only pleasure

No to comebacks like “this is how it is” and “that’ll never happen”

Now is the the time to say no

There is no generation that is better at bending

But we’ve bent too many times and have been the willow for far too long

So when this thing washes clean,

We won’t go back to the infrastructure that crumble before us, but will say no

This is your last help wanted ad

We are the writers now.



stunning image by artist and poet Stuart M Buck, find his online store (and humorous inspiration via his Twitter feed.