a.c.s. separate the sheep from the goats

A saved draft from 2012. Unfinished collage (like always).

“Because children have abounding vitality, because they are in spirit fierce and free, therefore they want things repeated and unchanged. They always say, “Do it again”; and the grown-up person does it again until he is nearly dead. For grown-up people are not strong enough to exult in monotony. But perhaps God is strong enough to exult in monotony. It is possible that God says every morning, “Do it again” to the sun; and every evening, “Do it again” to the moon. It may not be automatic necessity that makes all daisies alike; it may be that God makes every daisy separately, but has never got tired of making them. It may be that He has the eternal appetite of infancy; for we have sinned and grown old, and our Father is younger than we.”

– G.K. Chesterton, Orthodoxy

 Sorry for the awful long quote. I’m a fan, and a sucker when it comes to paradox.

As corny as it is, maybe Tavi Gevinson and Taylor Swift are two famous Millenials that actually make me believe something good about myself again. Please do not imagine it in a Disney way (especially in Lion-full-of-drama-King way).

At first, Millennials is not the word I really want to describe my so-called generation nor myself. Maybe because when I hear the word Millenials in conversations (yes, by conversations I mean personality quiz on Facebook, Buzzfeed articles, Instagram hashtag whatsoever) it sounds tacky and used to offend some group of people. Younger people. Anyway, based on Wikipedia definition, I am one of them. So why bother?

Have you ever felt the time we get back to our college before and we see the students are now very different from ours? Uh huh. I feel so much different from my juniors in college, even though they’re only two years younger than me. And in the other hand, most of my students’ behaviors kind of legitimate the term even more.

They are loud, they have this weird taste of music (mostly because it’s hard for you to spell their favorite bands’ name). They give you eyesore with those perfectly made hair buns that you secretly admire. You believe that you’re a much cooler person than them.

They are blah.

And I am not like them. Do you hear me, Mom? I’m not.

Now, they don’t seem frightening anymore.

I do want to go into details about this theory, but I just think I shouldn’t.

Image: Claudia’s birthday party. (Left to Right: Ita, Claudia, Lia, me, Erika). Kelapa Gading, 1997.