Iron Generation.

"The world is made of glass, but it is still held by iron."

The Iron Generation is not born strong.

It will be.

It does not choose this path.

The world shapes it.

Like a blacksmith forges iron: with fire, with a hammer, over and over again.

They do not ask "why me?"

Only: "what needs to be done now?"

They get up in the morning, even when it hurts.

They work, even when they do not feel like it.

They support each other, even when they are empty themselves.

They do not talk much about feelings, but they know how to love in a way that lasts a lifetime.

They do not say "you are important", but they heat the room, mend the shoes, and are there when it is dark.

The Iron Generation does not ask for applause.

They do not expect recognition.

They do not prove it.

They simply stand.

Like the bridge that everyone crosses, but few think about what holds it.

And they are still here, only fewer and fewer.

In silence, with support, with honor, while the world is getting louder and more fragile.

The world today is made of glass.

Shiny, vulnerable, easily cracked.

But iron still holds it.

Those for whom the given word still matters.

For whom truth is not an opinion, but a compass.

Those who do not sell their backbone, but carry it.

They do not disappear spectacularly.

They just get tired.

And with them something quiets down, without which the world will not be weaker — only emptier.