WE ARE THE GENERATION THAT RUNS. AND NOBODY ASKS WHY.

We are the generation that runs.

We run from toxic jobs, from complicated families, from friendships that drain us.

They call us the generation that “doesn’t want to try”. But what does it even mean to stay? I’d love to learn how to stay, but no one ever taught us.

We are the generation of mistakes, of silent revenge against a society that doesn’t fight with us, but against us. And when it hurts, really hurts, how are we supposed not to run? Is running wrong?

Or is it just the only way we know to survive, to feel happy for a moment??

We restart every single day, yet they call us the ones “who don’t feel like doing anything”. Looking back, no one ever taught us how to be happy for real.

We see the world through a screen that hides nothing — and in the end, we’re left alone, running from even that.

We are the generation of “everything is too much”. How did we even get here?

We weren’t given tools — only the instinct to defend ourselves.

In the end, running becomes the only way to rebuild something that feels ours…

until even that falls apart. To stay. It would be beautiful to learn how to stay.

To stay together, to stay without resisting. Staying stopped being scary.

It started hurting. That’s why we run.

When maybe, all we ever needed was someone willing to stay with us long enough to teach us how. If running is memory, staying, truly staying, might be our revolution. And every revolution begins when someone finally says it out loud.

If these words reach you, then we are already on the same side.

Revolution isn’t staying alone: it’s staying together, even when it burns.