Caught in a Generational Limbo
Sometimes, I feel like I’m stuck in a generational limbo – born too late to bask in the era of free love, yet too early to swipe right into the world of Tinder. It’s like standing at the crossroads of time, where Woodstock is a distant echo and digital romance a future fantasy.
I missed the days when love was a communal celebration, unrestricted by the norms. Yet, I’m a little too old to be in the generation where finding love is as easy as downloading an app. It’s an odd place to be, navigating the in-between of analog hearts and digital encounters.
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