Out of the strange coupling of technology and our sporadically hyper aware subconscious came our need to always be talking, expressing ourselves, always throwing in the last word. Our generation has come to be characterized by our insolence and our somehow fully formed, edgy replies to all and any in a position of authority. We’re prepared to tweet to the death whenever our morality has come under fire. But what is it that we have been trying to say?

            We’re ready to scoff at a million evils in the system and blog out our support for any cause that screams loudly enough in our ears. But in all this pandemonium of expression and being heard are we really making our own point?

            No. I refuse to side with the irrational “students’ unions” that demand the abolition of exams and the sanction of cheating. And yes, I cannot bring myself to believe that there are fora dedicated to the discussions of the “epic dramas” of what to wear where. In all this superficial clamour, are there real ideas that we’re harbouring within out restless selves? And if we were the young and the restless, then are we only ever going to be led by veterans?

            When the age of expression had dawned and political revolutions had begun the world over, it was the young who took the lead. They were the ones that brought down stark walls of division that had crippled a once united nation. They were the ones that had ended wars that claimed millions of lives, wrecked homes and had come to no conclusion but a uniform misery to blanket winners and losers alike. It was the young people that had been awoken into thought and action; not action alone, their thoughts shaped by others as they were propelled in a predetermined direction. They conceptualized and executed.

            Is it not time to prove that the young are not merely sheep to be shepherded into action; but that they can be the engineers of change themselves? I think it is.