“I don’t want to have kids,” my son told me, “I’m far too selfish.”
We’d been discussing the proof of existence, life and the meaning thereof.
Well, Descartes pretty much summed up the beginning of proof of existence with “I think, therefore I am”.
But when my son mentioned that he’d been reading David Hume and the philosophy of what constituted being and life, I noted that Gautama Buddha was a few thousand years ahead of David’s thinking.
And everything old is new again.
Unless you don’t want to have kids.
Odd that neither of my children want to have kids of their own. They usually cite the same concerns that we all did before we wound up having our own: “Oh, I wouldn’t want a kid to have to grow up in the world today.” But if not in today’s world, which other?
Besides, having children is, in my opinion, the more selfish of the two options.
I want to see to it that the blood of my blood claims a space in this mortal coil for as long as possible. That’s being selfish.
I want to be able to pass along all of the wonderful thing that I’ve learned through experience, my parents experiences, and my grandparents recollections. That’s being selfish.
I want to see the future through the eyes of my grandchildren. I want to help them make a difference. That’s being selfish.
Not wanting children?
Why, that’s just being thoughtless. And if, as Descartes indicated, thinking is the same as being, thoughtlessness is the same as being less.
And if you think about it: Procreation is the meaning of life.
See how easy that was?
Johnny Nowhere is a songwriter/publisher who is capable of the occasional short blog.