I think it is our responsibility as older generations to show them that the world can be changed, even if it is just on a small scale. Too many people view everything around them (including themselves!) as immutable. What people are trying to do is getting a better spot on the sinking ship. Happyness defined as drowning just a little bit later than your neighbour (but focus, you could slip at any moment). The pumps that could easily keep the ship from sinking are mounted only by a few idealists, which are called names by those with the most fear in their eyes. Some, with their feet already in the water vehemently insist water is not real — their anger directed at those busy pumping the water. Those higher up the ship tell those stories, because they hope it will keep them dry till some divine help arrives. In the end, everybody dies, but those on top die a little bit later.