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When I was little I had the conviction that having and rearing children is the ultimate achievement in life. If I saw an older person who was childless I felt it was pitiable, no matter how much they accomplished and lived. When I look at it rationally I feel that this is ridiculous, because there are lots of awful people who have kids (and make their kid's lives hell), and many wonderful people who cannot or choose not to have kids. Also the world is overpopulated, and it may even be an unselfish thing not to further add to the population. But still somewhere in my subconscious lurks the idea that a life without child rearing is always incomplete.
This is not an idle question because as a soon to be 30 year old virgin, there's a good chance that I never am going to have kids. A few years ago I was friends with a girl my age who was vehemently opposed to ever having children, and this was a novel idea to me. It feels somehow wrong and unnatural. Part of me feels like I am failing my family and ancestors whose traits have passed on to me and may end with me. I'm left these gnawing questions... if I don't pass on what was passed to me, was my life in vain? Is having children selfish, unselfish or neither? Isn't the ultimate purpose for an animal to procreate or else die?
This is not an idle question because as a soon to be 30 year old virgin, there's a good chance that I never am going to have kids. A few years ago I was friends with a girl my age who was vehemently opposed to ever having children, and this was a novel idea to me. It feels somehow wrong and unnatural. Part of me feels like I am failing my family and ancestors whose traits have passed on to me and may end with me. I'm left these gnawing questions... if I don't pass on what was passed to me, was my life in vain? Is having children selfish, unselfish or neither? Isn't the ultimate purpose for an animal to procreate or else die?