I don’t want to have kids.
And I don’t say that with hate, but with a quiet thought.
When I look around - especially in cities -
I wonder what kind of world children are being born into.
There’s pollution in the air before they even learn to breathe deeply.
Noise in their ears before they learn what silence feels like.
Screens in front of their eyes before they can see a full sky.
What kind of childhood is this?
It’s more like - something they never deserved it.
Parents are expected to give everything.
The extent they had to go to give a good future for their kid. Or kids.
The school fees?
They’re so high that it feels nonsense and unreal.
Entire salaries vanish just for access to education that may not even teach them to be kind.
Meanwhile, the planet is getting hotter.
Water is becoming rarer.
Cities are suffocating.
Why would I bring a child into this?
I am not exactly afraid of commitment. I am afraid of watching someone I love suffer in a world that’s already too hard.
I am afraid of raising a child into a system that does not care.
Also, there are children already waiting for us. Those who need us.
Orphans. Forgotten kids. Children born into poverty, conflict and silence.
Maybe, it’s high time we shifted our care for the ones who are already here. Instead of creating new lives. Because we can afford that.
Sponsor education.
Donate. Volunteer. Advocate for a safer future.
That feels more humane than pretending my child will be doing good in a burning world.
This is more about asking: why does care only count when it’s for our own?
Maybe that I also want peace.
A life that’s lighter.
I don’t want to create life just because I can. I want to protect lives that are already existing.
It may sound strange - that I don’t want my own children, but still want to help others. But to me, care should not be limited to a few people. It’s about being there for people. About doing something for the lives already existing.
P. S. Thanks to ChatGPT
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