People often hear the phrase home is where the heart is, yet people often forget the heart is not so much unlike a home. A home can have many guests who occupy it for a time, like all guests they must eventually take their leave. Yet the one who stays the owner, didn’t do so by theft, for one cannot lift and steal a home nor they can steal a heart as people are apt to say; no they are simply came back to what always to belonged to them, they simply came home. In occupying a heart as a home, they bring warmth and light where once darkness and coldness existed in emptiness.
They call our generations the millennials, being the first generation to not grow up under the shadow of the cold war, we were promised a better world than our parents. The better world never came about, instead of we live in under the darkness of Global Terrorism. We are the generation that paid a lot more for the opportunity to study hard for jobs that no longer offer a chance for a secure future. Live and labour in the hopes of own houses that are made increasingly unaffordable and unattainable. Paying rent to pay off other generations mortgages, instead of paying our own. Forced to run in a race to the bottom, yet contend with be told we have it “easy”. We were the generation that was supposed to have made this world a better place, yet we are the generation that struggles better ourselves. We are the generation that promised so much yet received little, we are the generation of broken promises.