Other than peeing while standing being easier and my inability to give birth, I’m not sure I can come up with another 9.9% of the time to fill that gap.
I’m a nearly 40 year old who decided to have a kid at 30 because my career trajectory looked promising and none of my siblings had kids/my wife and I wanted kids. We’re those silly optimists who think if we can raise someone who loves this world and is part of the solution, we can make a difference.
I make roughly 3x the average salary and with just one kid… I feel like I’m killing myself, doing permanent, irreversible harm to my body and mind with how much I work and how little down time I have.
I feel like life is passing me by while I’m trapped in a dark room churning out investor gains I’ll only ever see a fraction of while the execs in my company pull down record profits and eye watering bonuses year after year, but I dare not stop, because like everyone else, I’m one moderate catastrophe away from destitution.
Check out David Dondero - The Filter Bubble Blues.
Believe it or not, we’re not all despondent nihilists, hell bent on self fulfilling prophecies of negligent apocalypse incapable of empathy and compassion for those who still gently carry that same flame that brought us all here, not yet lulled like so many into a dark shroud of self doubt and loathing by gluttonous corporations who grow fat on the grief and despair of those who are content to take what is given and slip through life soundless and meak, refusing to create change, however individual, however small, so sure that three hundred thousand years of humanity is unquestionably doomed to the darkness you choose to wallow in.
Some of us want to fight and we love our kids (and yours) and this world, and yes, we even love you nihilists, and we’ll fight for you too.
And Santa Fe. And Virginia Tech. And El Paso. And Parkland. And UT Austin.