Dear 1960s,
First let me start by apologizing. I am terribly sorry that I was not around to enjoy all of the experiences you brought to this world. You see, my parents didn't concieve me until well into the 80s. For this I will never forgive them. Time after time I catch myself becoming extremely envious towards those who were able to fully experience all of the sounds, sights, and feelings you provided. What I wouldn't give to catch Janis Joplin singing "Summertime" in a wide open field filled with free love, care free attitude, and yes plenty of drugs for all. I can only imagine the excitement and good vibes you provided.
You see 1960s, I was born in the wrong decade. My attitude, although jaded by my generation, aligns with those who took full advantage of you and had a chance to experience everything you had to offer. I envy those who had a chance to trip LSD and get lost in a bed full of naked bodies, missing only the guilt and shame that society has now placed on those with such attitudes. I would have loved to hang out with you during woodstock, enjoyed the enthusiasm of watching JFK's inauguration speach, witnessed the pride and resilience demonstrated by an entire race with one sentence "I HAVE A DREAM". I also understand that with any highs, come lows. I would have held your hand when the news broke that JFK had been assassinated, leant you a shoulder with the news of MLK, given you many an ear when speaking about Vietnam. I would have gladly taken up signs and marched with you for whatever reason was in style that week. I would have traveled the states for no other reason but fun and an experienc with you.
1960s, I feel cheated. I feel left out. I will never experience the love, the peace, the anger, the individualism that you inspired. I missed the art, the music, the fashion, the unbelievable free speech that happened on your clock.
I suppose it was never meant to be, me and you. You were so advanced in human behaviour that people simply were afraid of you, afraid of what might become if we continued things your way. They killed you. Many events signaled what craziness was to come, we were just to slow to react and made sure your attitude, free love, and unending understanding stayed.
For now 1960s the only thing I can do is dream. I can watch movies that depict all of the great things you provided. I can sit on my uncles couch in awe with the stories he provides about a time much more simple, much more loving, understanding, FREE. While you are no longer with us, your spirit lived on in millions. We still think about you, we still long for you.
I can also hope. While you are no longer with us, I can hope that you became entertwined with 2000 in some drug fueled party with The Byrds playing in the background. I can hope that you once again got carried away and you and 2000 are expecting triplets. I can hope that with these children we can have 3 solid decades of love, peace, and FREEDOM. Please, oh please 1960s throw your children into our society, choose leaders from my generation which can embody everything good in you, FORCE your children to become the leaders of this new, scary world. With this, I know you will be watching out for them. Be looking for me 1960s, I will be the middle aged man, over weight, blazed and blitzed out of his mind, long hair, short jeans shorts, shirt off, hands in the air, singing and dancing like no one is around, remembering you and praising your return.
Until we are able to meet in spirit,
-******* * *****
First let me start by apologizing. I am terribly sorry that I was not around to enjoy all of the experiences you brought to this world. You see, my parents didn't concieve me until well into the 80s. For this I will never forgive them. Time after time I catch myself becoming extremely envious towards those who were able to fully experience all of the sounds, sights, and feelings you provided. What I wouldn't give to catch Janis Joplin singing "Summertime" in a wide open field filled with free love, care free attitude, and yes plenty of drugs for all. I can only imagine the excitement and good vibes you provided.
You see 1960s, I was born in the wrong decade. My attitude, although jaded by my generation, aligns with those who took full advantage of you and had a chance to experience everything you had to offer. I envy those who had a chance to trip LSD and get lost in a bed full of naked bodies, missing only the guilt and shame that society has now placed on those with such attitudes. I would have loved to hang out with you during woodstock, enjoyed the enthusiasm of watching JFK's inauguration speach, witnessed the pride and resilience demonstrated by an entire race with one sentence "I HAVE A DREAM". I also understand that with any highs, come lows. I would have held your hand when the news broke that JFK had been assassinated, leant you a shoulder with the news of MLK, given you many an ear when speaking about Vietnam. I would have gladly taken up signs and marched with you for whatever reason was in style that week. I would have traveled the states for no other reason but fun and an experienc with you.
1960s, I feel cheated. I feel left out. I will never experience the love, the peace, the anger, the individualism that you inspired. I missed the art, the music, the fashion, the unbelievable free speech that happened on your clock.
I suppose it was never meant to be, me and you. You were so advanced in human behaviour that people simply were afraid of you, afraid of what might become if we continued things your way. They killed you. Many events signaled what craziness was to come, we were just to slow to react and made sure your attitude, free love, and unending understanding stayed.
For now 1960s the only thing I can do is dream. I can watch movies that depict all of the great things you provided. I can sit on my uncles couch in awe with the stories he provides about a time much more simple, much more loving, understanding, FREE. While you are no longer with us, your spirit lived on in millions. We still think about you, we still long for you.
I can also hope. While you are no longer with us, I can hope that you became entertwined with 2000 in some drug fueled party with The Byrds playing in the background. I can hope that you once again got carried away and you and 2000 are expecting triplets. I can hope that with these children we can have 3 solid decades of love, peace, and FREEDOM. Please, oh please 1960s throw your children into our society, choose leaders from my generation which can embody everything good in you, FORCE your children to become the leaders of this new, scary world. With this, I know you will be watching out for them. Be looking for me 1960s, I will be the middle aged man, over weight, blazed and blitzed out of his mind, long hair, short jeans shorts, shirt off, hands in the air, singing and dancing like no one is around, remembering you and praising your return.
Until we are able to meet in spirit,
-******* * *****
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