Is the act of having children an expression of radical hope?
And therefore, if I decide not to...
What am I saying about my views on life? On possibility?
- I am a hopeful, positive person.
- I don't think we're going to make it.
- At a fundamental level, I don't think we've figured out how best to be the best humans we can be.
This moment in time feels to me like the farewell party. Joyous, (for those who will make the last exit), filled with light and colour and sound and chaos... because we won't be here tomorrow to look each other in the eye... so we might as well go crazy. Fuck around with all manner of strangeness.
I'm not going to bring any children into this mess.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment