“Think of the children”

While I ponder whether it is worth to try procreate in this messed up world.

Ah “the children”, well the kids do not matter.

Many children lack insight to see beyond the dynamics of hell they are born into, to then develop a thing called compassion.

Let alone empathy!

Dysfunctional family dynamics, I could talk all day on that one. Acceptance that many parents unwillingly turn their children into an emotional or figurative punching bag, a pet, a scapegoat, an unlived dream, an object. That is a norm in this country lets be real.

AND we have a system to catch them. So you have kids why raising them properly as the others in their generation shall regulate them im due course!

Many children lack opportunity from day one.

Many children lack the basic needs to exist from day one.

Many children are risk profiled from birth, who find themselves having access to their basic needs.

Unless their parent becomes “political”.

Families in a sense have to hold each other together, yet also not be poisoned by each other. I know the vitriol I have within, what about the vitriol the kids might spit being born into this world.

These global dynamics, this lack of care for human existence, for the earth and its systems.

The push and pull, the togetherness yet separateness, in this ever so fracturing world.

We all drink each others poison in some way or another do we not, the vitriol we only show when we unmask.

Or stay forever masked, buy a bigger house, separate further, stuck in the cycle of needing more instead of learning how to sit with the feeling. Disguise yourself even to your loved ones.

Isolate further, rely on a screen. Giving more power away in the process.

The rage people bring home – “it was my work”.

“it was the court case”

“it was your actions in my life that caused me to enact out x,y,z”

Then the whole family gets to sit with whatever injustice making money to put food on the table, water in the taps brings.

Knowing they as a family do in fact need money to survive.

Vulnerability, anger, powerlessness.

To sit and digest, sit and digest.

The ongoing impact of mismanagement on the home.

When the marionettes no longer have soul.

When we cater to ego.

How to bring a child into this world and be myself, I do not see it possible.

All I know is if I have a child I do not want to raise my children anywhere near the madness of Eurocentric values.

“pop a pill, go to pilates”

Get fucked.