It is Over by Zorain Nizamani
History has a habit of flattering the impatient. Every generation, especially one born into crisis, believes it stands at the brink of finality. This is the end, it tells itself—the end of old men, old lies, old hierarchies. It is an understandable temptation. When inflation eats wages, when universities promise futures they cannot deliver, when climate anxiety shadows adulthood, the declaration “it is over” feels less like rhetoric and more like survival. Yet politics, unlike poetry, does not end when a sentence is uttered. It merely rephrases itself. What we are witnessing across much of the world is not the seizure of power by Gen Z, but something far more paradoxical— a generational energy that destabilizes regimes only to midwife the ascent of another, equally aged elite. The slogans change; the faces wrinkle differently. The system endures. This is not a dismissal of youthful anger, nor a defense of gerontocracy. It is an argument about misdiagnosis. Gen Z is not failing to ...