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Millennials - we get a bad rap.
We've been called so many ugly things: disrespectful, lazy, entitled, hypersensitive, rude. To our faces, in jest, in social media, and in person often by patronizing Gen Xers who forget that at one time, they were put down by the generation before them.
But you know what I think is great about millennials? We are seekers and we own it. We are awakened souls, searching for meaning, trying to connect, and never settling. That is our gift to generations of yore and future generations.
We have learned from the past, but want something different. We know there is potential in the future, but will not limit ourselves by the definitions of others. We haven't figured it out yet, but we are not giving up. Cheers to millennials. We're effing game changers who refuse to play small and maintain a broken status quo. You're welcome.

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