From WWII onward, we have carried the legacy of our parents and shared in their hope, supported their dreams, in so many ways propped up the system they believed in even when we believed ourselves against it.
Today, the industrialized, first world nations are in a new historic bind. The old colonizers are becoming hopeless, reflecting the attitude and reactions that used to belong to the people they colonized and the cultures they obliterated with glee.
Why did that happen, and is there a way to shake the inevitable demise brought about by hopelessness off our back? How can we connect with and inspire future generations, how can we find enough strength and trust in ourselves to be able to effect real, lasting and positive change, towards the better world our heart knows is possible?