Idk comrade. I think for those of us who are back and forth about the subject who can conceive of an answer that would dissuade you from having children the biological directive isn't the motivation it used to be. There's plenty of people for whom there's no question and others still who have oopsie poopsies. If the future was theirs I wouldn't be too beat up about it. I struggle to find purpose, my temperament isn't often upbeat, and I struggle to find a partner to cherish. I don't like the political climate, the climate climate, or the economic climate on the horizon. A child feels like an obligation more than a desire to me and that immediately makes my internal referee throw a flag. That Islamic poet who talks about showing the world the love I had for your face would be what would make me have a child. I can't imagine any other reason. The child would be born to have a purpose - even born into a bleak world.
Give me a daughter with your stubborn heart, or your even temper.
Give our children your dark-bright eyes, or your enchanted smile.
So that even when we are gone, the world will find within them all of the reasons why I loved you
إعطني إبنة لها قلبك العنيد أو حتى طبعك
إعط طفلنا عيناك السمراوين اللامعين أو إبتسماتك المسحورة
لكي حتى و بعد رحيلنا، سيجد العالم فيهم كل الأسباب التي أحببتك لها
-Nizar Qabbani
Note that I don't know the first thing about Arabic, but that's what someone poster on Tumblr along with the poem. I'm 80% sure about the name of the poet.
Yeah, I can't help but think that it's like going "this is such a lovely part of humanity that I want the world to keep it after we're gone." It's the only line of thought I've ever seen that would convince me to procreate without an oopsie poopsie.
Well, I certainly feel fear for the post of my parents dying. I haven't given any thought to using children to fill that hole in my heart. I would circle back to the poem as part of my canon that looking for and propagating a personal love to be the kind of meaningful labor that would do justice to the love I have shared with them.
Idk comrade. I think for those of us who are back and forth about the subject who can conceive of an answer that would dissuade you from having children the biological directive isn't the motivation it used to be. There's plenty of people for whom there's no question and others still who have oopsie poopsies. If the future was theirs I wouldn't be too beat up about it. I struggle to find purpose, my temperament isn't often upbeat, and I struggle to find a partner to cherish. I don't like the political climate, the climate climate, or the economic climate on the horizon. A child feels like an obligation more than a desire to me and that immediately makes my internal referee throw a flag. That Islamic poet who talks about showing the world the love I had for your face would be what would make me have a child. I can't imagine any other reason. The child would be born to have a purpose - even born into a bleak world.
What do you mean by “the love that someone has for your face”?
Here, I found it!
Give me a daughter with your stubborn heart, or your even temper.
Give our children your dark-bright eyes, or your enchanted smile.
So that even when we are gone, the world will find within them all of the reasons why I loved you
إعطني إبنة لها قلبك العنيد أو حتى طبعك
إعط طفلنا عيناك السمراوين اللامعين أو إبتسماتك المسحورة
لكي حتى و بعد رحيلنا، سيجد العالم فيهم كل الأسباب التي أحببتك لها
-Nizar Qabbani
Note that I don't know the first thing about Arabic, but that's what someone poster on Tumblr along with the poem. I'm 80% sure about the name of the poet.
Oh, so the point of having kids according to the poet is that you love someone so much that you want to leave a piece of them behind?
Edit: Do you ever feel scared that if you don’t have children you might end up all alone when your parents die?
Yeah, I can't help but think that it's like going "this is such a lovely part of humanity that I want the world to keep it after we're gone." It's the only line of thought I've ever seen that would convince me to procreate without an oopsie poopsie.
Well, I certainly feel fear for the post of my parents dying. I haven't given any thought to using children to fill that hole in my heart. I would circle back to the poem as part of my canon that looking for and propagating a personal love to be the kind of meaningful labor that would do justice to the love I have shared with them.