I am now in my late 60s, coming from a generation that remembers the struggles of the youth of the 1950's, 1960's and 1970's, during the time of the Vietnam War. It was a time when our government felt just fine about sending the young (mostly of the poorer and lower middle-classes) to war, to a war that they knew couldn't be won, motivated by pride on the side of government officials, and by extraordinary greed on the side of the "military-industrial complex" (warned of by President Eisenhower on his way out of office.)
But young warriors get older, they get jaded and pessimistic, and they start acquiring things like spouses and children and homes of their own and jobs and cars and mortgages and credit card payments, and all the rest of it. So they lose their motivation partway through the battle, and the world waits for the next group that gets that fire in their belly about injustice and the ineptitude of government, about lies and bigotry and the rule of wealth over us all, and they take to the streets.
God Bless 'em. They are the leaders of the future. The very, very, near one.
I just hope this time that they are, to a woman and man, aware of the desperate need to curtail humanity's headlong dive into an environmental disaster of our own making. There is so little time to make any difference.
They are going to see immediately that the resistance they are seeing now to changing gun laws is exactly the same as to changing environmental and climate-damaging policies, and comes from the same quarter.
I hope that their energy and fervor is not burdened with naivité or excessive idealism, but tempered with love - for each other, for their families, for their country and the world, and the planet and all its creatures.