Looking at the world, it seems to me that everything is changing very quickly and not all of us will survive. Especially in the first world countries.
By survive, I don’t mean that we’ll die, or even necessarily be jobless. I mean that we will not have children. Not because we hate having children, but because for the first time, we all have access to so much information, and know that the way we’re feeling is often terrible, and that we wouldn’t be able to have kids and raise them the “right” way, with enough love and resources, unless we can fix a million problems in our lives.
Some of us will get through it, go to therapy, get good jobs, develop social circles of true value, become fully secure in ourselves. But many of us won’t. Many will fall behind, not finding the right time to have kids until it’s too late, or never. This is why we’re all so bitter. We see our impending doom. We see that our bloodlines will not continue.
For those of us that succeed, life will have a million challenges. Raising kids is the hardest thing in the world. Keeping yourself sane, keeping your relationship healthy, your career safe, your kids happy, their future bulletproof. So life will be terribly hard, and we must make sure we’re ready for it.
And for those of us that don’t succeed, don’t have kids, and know that we will never see our offspring, we should know that it’s okay. Our genes aren’t that important, and technology will hopefully improve enough for us not to need such a large next generation to care for us. We can still live productive lives, helping drive these technologies forward, or care for our fellow citizens, including the children of the overwhelmed parents who will definitely need it.
But we must remember that this is a transitional period, and life after this generation will never be the same.