I was born in ’83. And last year? I hit 41. It’s insane how fast time disappears. One moment, you’re 19, full of fire and invincibility. Blink. 41. Just like that. Now I’m staring down this clock that’s ticking louder with every passing second, feeling time creep up like an unwelcome shadow, getting closer, suffocating me slowly. Is it the tech? The collapse of everything around us? The endless chaos—pandemics, recession, wars, disasters? Who knows. But from 19 to 40, it’s like being swallowed by a black hole. A dream, gone. We were the wild, carefree millennials once. But now? We’re here. We’re no longer the kids we were, and yet somehow… we still feel like we have all the time in the world. We still believe we’re invincible. But the truth? We’re stuck in this twisted limbo. We know we’re not young anymore, but we’re too afraid to admit it. It’s like driving a car at full speed, no brakes, no way to go back, but still gripping onto youth like it’s the only thing we have left.
And here’s the curse of being a millennial. We know we’re running out of time, but we’re too busy trying to outrun it. The clock’s ticking louder, but we just keep pretending we’ve got it all figured out.
Here’s the ugly truth, though: It’s because we never had REALIZATION. Previous generations—they built something. Families. Careers. Legacies. Milestones. Depth. They found meaning in the simplest of things: marriage, kids, cooking for their in-laws, the joy of watching their own world grow,. They planted roots in something solid. But us? We got robbed of that. We’re stuck in a cycle of chaos and superficiality, too busy being busy. Too caught up in a system that promised us a dream, but gave us a never-ending hamster wheel instead.
The “Millennial Legends” are no longer young. And we’re not even sure what we’ve done with the last 20 years. You ask us about those years? What will we say? That we worked? Paid bills? Stared at screens for days on end? Panicked about rent, fixed broken things, rushed through deadlines that never ended? Yeah. No memories. No epic moments. No triumphs. Just the noise. Just the noise of surviving.
And then… BAM. We’re 40. That’s it. The moment. No grand epiphany. No moment of clarity. We’re staring into the abyss of a life that passed us by. One rush at a time. Without us even realizing. The dreams we thought we were building are now shattered, buried beneath a mountain of mundane tasks, empty routines, and a constant, grinding survival. And now? We’re just staring at the wreckage of a life half-lived, too distracted, too overwhelmed to ever really live it.
The millennial dream? Yeah. It’s fading. And so are we. Full stop.