Why is it considered more pure than that of any other?
Is it because we’re so jaded about “others” that we’re convinced that it will be safer to love with all of ourselves if we can guarantee, with a contract in blood, that that love will be reciprocated.
We leap harder with that promise of a guarantee.
And to project all that is unfulfilled in ourselves onto another.
The math is scary.
People just keep on breeding.
And those who don’t are pressured about their choices to abstain from the responsibility.
Let’s stop socially shaming people for living a happy life that doesn’t include children
when the world is over-populating.
The way one loves a child surpasses the power of any other love.
But if we non-parents take on that belief, then are we to walk around feeling like our lives are thin false veils over the undiscovered truth?
The answer is yes... if that’s what you choose to believe.
And that’s the single greatest freedom we have in this life.
To choose to tell yourself a story that reinforces your beliefs.
To choose to wake up and do it all again tomorrow.
To “fantasize” about ramming your car into oncoming traffic and choosing not to.