And the Arab Spring, and Paris and Chicago 1968. And Lahore 1946. It is the rising of the young against the old order, a refusal to accept as it is the world being handed down to them. It is a demand for the acceptance of their ideals, the realization of their hopes and dreams. As were all these movements fueled by the young.
They seldom succeed. The established order pulls back a little, then returns − but not entirely unchanged. Things seem to return to normal, but the world has shifted a bit. The young people who take part are also changed, some more than others. Some altered for life, the dream etched into their consciousness so that, even as they live their mundane lives, their allegiance to it remains undiminished. Perhaps a few of them may sometimes even be able to nudge it along a bit.
If there is hope for the human race it is in the young, and their potential to rise up and reject what is being bequeathed to them and instead demand a world worth living in. Some day they may even succeed in bringing it into being.