I would like to stop living through historic moments. 

I was alive on 9/11 when the planes hit the world trade center. I remember how confused and horrified the newscaster was when she realized a second plane hit. 
I was alive when my friends went to serve in Afganistan, and when they came back broken because they were forced to either die or shoot an armed child. 
I was alive when the first African American president was elected - a great step for humanity. An eye-opening step, showing how far we still needed to go.
I was alive when gay marriage was legalized in the united states - another huge step in the right direction. 
I was alive during the 2020 pandemic, when we all realized that some people would rather you die than they be mildly inconvenienced. 
I was alive during the 2020 race riots, where people joined together to try to create a world where someone won't get shot just for existing while black. 

And now, I'm alive in 2021. When Pro-Trump terrorists stormed the capitol because a former president lied to them, and tricked them into thinking they had been cheated of their right to vote.