Some people thrive in the morning. They wake up with energy, ready to tackle the day and all it may have in store. I think these people are lucky. Just because the rest of us have trouble waking up doesn’t mean we don’t want to. I’m aspirationally a morning person. It rarely works out, but it’s a goal of mine. Sometimes when I’m forced to wake up early, I feel the glory of the morning– the quiet hum, the birds chirping, the promise of a fresh day stretching out before you. But it doesn’t take. The next day my body forces me in bed til the last minute, no matter how I wish to feel the power of the morning. 

But I don’t think this endless push and pull is because of the year I was born. But the author of a recent Reddit post begs to differ after an incident with a group of millennials gets them thinking.