Mono Hoobler

Dynamic volunteer with Marion Independent School District, skilled in fostering teamwork and enhancing student engagement. Demonstrated leadership and problem-solving abilities while organizing successful events and maintaining a safe learning environment. Adaptable and dependable, with strong interpersonal communication skills and a commitment to cultural awareness.

-Generation Z-

By: Mono Hoobler

What do you do when you’re stuck in the wrong generation?

When the currency for love is not a bouquet of flowers or box of chocolates, but digital pixels? When the heart and soul is not the most beautiful part of the body? When the scrapes and bruises from another are not always visible to the naked eye?

What do you do when your generation has been corrupted since birth?

When you were taught that every stranger was out to harm you? When isolation became not a punishment anymore, but a home; a comfort? When the meaning of family changed from legality to who was there for us at our lowest?

What do you do when your generation is hurt and hurting?

When the beauty standard becomes its own race? When “enjoying the moment” does not exist anymore? When comparing becomes a normalized ritual?

But,

We  are not crazy romantics, yet we still know what a heart is and know that when it’s cracked it really burns. We seek love within each other and when we find the person that we know is right, we love hard. And although everyone knows they have a chance of getting hurt, they take that risk of being vulnerable because love is giving up their power to someone else and trusting them not to take advantage of it.

But,

We learn that strangers have their own life and exist in the same world as us, under the same sky and sun and moon. That it’s okay to not be okay and yes, space  and time are necessary for the process of healing. And we know truly who our family is not based on blood or paperwork but who would drop anything and everything to be with us in a heartbeat.

But,

Differences are learned to be embraced. Insecurities are lifted up. Art is strong.

So maybe it is not each other we need to blame for our hurt. Maybe we are not corrupted, but creative. And maybe, just maybe, I was not born in the wrong generation. My generation was born in the wrong universe.