Having kids is the most selfish brainless thing a human can do. Even in a perfect world.
No wars.
No famine.
No corruption.
Humanity would still be miserable.
The problem was never out there. It's us.
Fallen dust.
Corrupt. Earthbound. Stitched together from veins and blood cells.
And to dust we shall return.
Clay Running the same code since the first man.
Survive. Reproduce. Repeat.
“Love. Ambition. Purpose.”
Strip the names off, and it's the same program.
Chase money. Chase sex. Trade your best years for a paycheck.
Look at them.
Crawling home through traffic.
Chasing bread like slaves.
Bread pulled from the earth. Dust, feeding dust.
Dust that rose from dust, grinding every day just to keep existing in the dust.
Only to make more dust.
And call it family.
Oh, greed.
“kids give life meaning”
Now Look closer.
You're taking someone who doesn't exist.
Can’t suffer.
Can't lose.
Can't grieve.
Can't feel pain.
Can't shed a tear triggered by some neural signal.
Can't die.
Can't even go to hell.
And you're pulling them into a lottery.
You can be rich, healthy, loved, and happy, and still lose everything in a single phone call.
Nothing here is guaranteed.
Except that it ends.
I've been through hell and back.
I have what most people are told to want.
Nothing fills the hole.
I won't pass the program on.
Not out of hatred.
Out of mercy.
The kindest thing I can do for a child is never create one.
Vanity of vanities, running through our veins.
Post Author: /u/ElieTheGoose
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