Isn’t that what the world is built on? Isn’t that what life is all about? The pain of existing. The suffering we succumb to, day after day.
I’ve been asked why I don’t want children. It’s a simple concept. I’m not a cruel, unjust person. I care too much. I love too much. And I simply will not bring another being into this world, so I can watch them suffer as I suffered. Hurt, as I hurt. I will not bring life into this world and watch it die. Watch it be eaten alive by society. By the media. By the government.
I will not sit back and watch my child; my flesh and blood; be tormented by paranoia. BeÂ devastatedÂ by depression. Be ruled by theÂ inescapableÂ loss that we all are consumed by.
No, I will not have children. I will not add to this wasteland that is our world. I will not create another statistic and play the waiting game like everyone else. I already wait for my own life to end. I will not bare to place bets on when my child will finally leave this wretched place.
One of the few things I am proud of is that I did not reproduce. I did not hurt another human being. I did not have someone depend on me, and let them down, as we all do. In that sense, I am a good person. For thinking beyond the cute faces and the happy families. By reading between the lines and seeing what birth really is. A monster, a reaper of innocence. No child is innocent. Life fucks them the moment they take their first breath. A child does not belong in this world. Nothing belongs in this world. No anymore. Not ever.