Are we even being asked if we want to participate?

The world is split into good people and bad people. You’re born that way; you don't just wake up one day and decide to be a saint or a villain.
I look at my three-month-old son and I just know. He's a good baby, which means he'll be a good man. I can see it. He smiles, plays with his tiny hands—just pure, innocent happiness. Like a little angel. Did anyone ever bother to ask my kids if they even wanted to show up to this world?
Then there's my eight-year-old daughter. She told me the other day, "Mom, I told that girl to stop yelling at me, because she's yelling at Jesus." When the girl asked her what she meant, she just said, "Jesus is in all of us." It makes you wonder. Who asked these pure souls—people who are destined to be good—if they actually wanted to get dragged into all this earthly mess?
They were plucked from somewhere in the cosmos, or wherever, dreaming peacefully until they were forced down here. Why? Because we're selfish. We're terrified of being alone, especially when we're old and weak. We think having kids will save our marriages or give us something to do when life gets boring. We know how the world works. For every good person out there, there's a bad one to balance the scales. That's just how it seems to me. A friend once told me that the luckiest person is the one who was never born. I think about that a lot. Does anyone ever ask us if we want to participate in this life?

darktiger27 said:The world is split into good people and bad people. You’re born that way; you don't just wake up one day and decide to be a saint or a villain.
I look at my three-month-old son and I just know. He's a good baby, which means he'll be a good man. I can see it. He smiles, plays with his tiny hands—just pure, innocent happiness. Like a little angel. Did anyone ever bother to ask my kids if they even wanted to show up to this world?
Then there's my eight-year-old daughter. She told me the other day, "Mom, I told that girl to stop yelling at me, because she's yelling at Jesus." When the girl asked her what she meant, she just said, "Jesus is in all of us." It makes you wonder. Who asked these pure souls—people who are destined to be good—if they actually wanted to get dragged into all this earthly mess?
They were plucked from somewhere in the cosmos, or wherever, dreaming peacefully until they were forced down here. Why? Because we're selfish. We're terrified of being alone, especially when we're old and weak. We think having kids will save our marriages or give us something to do when life gets boring. We know how the world works. For every good person out there, there's a bad one to balance the scales. That's just how it seems to me. A friend once told me that the luckiest person is the one who was never born. I think about that a lot. Does anyone ever ask us if we want to participate in this life?

That is fundamentally and completely incorrect.
Humanity's capacity for good or evil is really just a byproduct of one's moral principles, and those principles evolve alongside the development of the spirit.
Of course, we enter this life with varying degrees of morality, so it’s expected that some will act "evilly" due to a lower baseline. However, I believe any individual can certainly become a better person through the exercise of free will if they truly strive for it—and the same applies to "evil."
It all comes down to personal choice.

darktiger27 said:The world is split into good people and bad people. You’re born that way; you don't just wake up one day and decide to be a saint or a villain.
I look at my three-month-old son and I just know. He's a good baby, which means he'll be a good man. I can see it. He smiles, plays with his tiny hands—just pure, innocent happiness. Like a little angel. Did anyone ever bother to ask my kids if they even wanted to show up to this world?
Then there's my eight-year-old daughter. She told me the other day, "Mom, I told that girl to stop yelling at me, because she's yelling at Jesus." When the girl asked her what she meant, she just said, "Jesus is in all of us." It makes you wonder. Who asked these pure souls—people who are destined to be good—if they actually wanted to get dragged into all this earthly mess?
They were plucked from somewhere in the cosmos, or wherever, dreaming peacefully until they were forced down here. Why? Because we're selfish. We're terrified of being alone, especially when we're old and weak. We think having kids will save our marriages or give us something to do when life gets boring. We know how the world works. For every good person out there, there's a bad one to balance the scales. That's just how it seems to me. A friend once told me that the luckiest person is the one who was never born. I think about that a lot. Does anyone ever ask us if we want to participate in this life?

She likely chose to return herself, whether driven by a personal desire or perhaps a fear of the loneliness found at a spiritual level—a level she may not have had the consciousness yet to realize was merely a perception rather than some "other dimension." This is why souls return to Earth: they are fleeing the solitude of the spiritual realm in search of the intimacy and love that can only be felt through matter and eventually through consciousness.

darktiger27 said:The world is split into good people and bad people. You’re born that way; you don't just wake up one day and decide to be a saint or a villain.
I look at my three-month-old son and I just know. He's a good baby, which means he'll be a good man. I can see it. He smiles, plays with his tiny hands—just pure, innocent happiness. Like a little angel. Did anyone ever bother to ask my kids if they even wanted to show up to this world?
Then there's my eight-year-old daughter. She told me the other day, "Mom, I told that girl to stop yelling at me, because she's yelling at Jesus." When the girl asked her what she meant, she just said, "Jesus is in all of us." It makes you wonder. Who asked these pure souls—people who are destined to be good—if they actually wanted to get dragged into all this earthly mess?
They were plucked from somewhere in the cosmos, or wherever, dreaming peacefully until they were forced down here. Why? Because we're selfish. We're terrified of being alone, especially when we're old and weak. We think having kids will save our marriages or give us something to do when life gets boring. We know how the world works. For every good person out there, there's a bad one to balance the scales. That's just how it seems to me. A friend once told me that the luckiest person is the one who was never born. I think about that a lot. Does anyone ever ask us if we want to participate in this life?

A parent's selfish motivations don't actually dictate why a soul returns to the physical plane. Your little girl's soul returned because it seeks love, which is the only energy capable of enriching and growing a soul. In fact, her soul could have inhabited an animal body and potentially gained nothing lost; if anything, it might have experienced a more profound love than what exists among humans.
If you offer love to any soul, you have done good. If you have a child purely for material gain, you aren't truly providing love, and there's no reason to expect that soul to seek it from you specifically or stay by your side when you're old and vulnerable.

darktiger27 said:The world is split into good people and bad people. You’re born that way; you don't just wake up one day and decide to be a saint or a villain.
I look at my three-month-old son and I just know. He's a good baby, which means he'll be a good man. I can see it. He smiles, plays with his tiny hands—just pure, innocent happiness. Like a little angel. Did anyone ever bother to ask my kids if they even wanted to show up to this world?
Then there's my eight-year-old daughter. She told me the other day, "Mom, I told that girl to stop yelling at me, because she's yelling at Jesus." When the girl asked her what she meant, she just said, "Jesus is in all of us." It makes you wonder. Who asked these pure souls—people who are destined to be good—if they actually wanted to get dragged into all this earthly mess?
They were plucked from somewhere in the cosmos, or wherever, dreaming peacefully until they were forced down here. Why? Because we're selfish. We're terrified of being alone, especially when we're old and weak. We think having kids will save our marriages or give us something to do when life gets boring. We know how the world works. For every good person out there, there's a bad one to balance the scales. That's just how it seems to me. A friend once told me that the luckiest person is the one who was never born. I think about that a lot. Does anyone ever ask us if we want to participate in this life?

God help us, it’s painfully obvious that you and this friend of yours are just starved for affection... and I don't mean sex or playing house, but actual, genuine love. Whether it's the loyalty of a dog waiting by the door, a child shouting "I love you, Dad!" from the bottom of their heart, or a partner curling up next to you on a quiet evening... love is everywhere, and it doesn't cost a dime. But since you and your acquaintance can't seem to see it, maybe you should ask yourselves why.

darktiger27 said:The world is split into good people and bad people. You’re born that way; you don't just wake up one day and decide to be a saint or a villain.
I look at my three-month-old son and I just know. He's a good baby, which means he'll be a good man. I can see it. He smiles, plays with his tiny hands—just pure, innocent happiness. Like a little angel. Did anyone ever bother to ask my kids if they even wanted to show up to this world?
Then there's my eight-year-old daughter. She told me the other day, "Mom, I told that girl to stop yelling at me, because she's yelling at Jesus." When the girl asked her what she meant, she just said, "Jesus is in all of us." It makes you wonder. Who asked these pure souls—people who are destined to be good—if they actually wanted to get dragged into all this earthly mess?
They were plucked from somewhere in the cosmos, or wherever, dreaming peacefully until they were forced down here. Why? Because we're selfish. We're terrified of being alone, especially when we're old and weak. We think having kids will save our marriages or give us something to do when life gets boring. We know how the world works. For every good person out there, there's a bad one to balance the scales. That's just how it seems to me. A friend once told me that the luckiest person is the one who was never born. I think about that a lot. Does anyone ever ask us if we want to participate in this life?

The answer is tucked away in that second sentence of yours.

darktiger27 said:The world is split into good people and bad people. You’re born that way; you don't just wake up one day and decide to be a saint or a villain.
I look at my three-month-old son and I just know. He's a good baby, which means he'll be a good man. I can see it. He smiles, plays with his tiny hands—just pure, innocent happiness. Like a little angel. Did anyone ever bother to ask my kids if they even wanted to show up to this world?
Then there's my eight-year-old daughter. She told me the other day, "Mom, I told that girl to stop yelling at me, because she's yelling at Jesus." When the girl asked her what she meant, she just said, "Jesus is in all of us." It makes you wonder. Who asked these pure souls—people who are destined to be good—if they actually wanted to get dragged into all this earthly mess?
They were plucked from somewhere in the cosmos, or wherever, dreaming peacefully until they were forced down here. Why? Because we're selfish. We're terrified of being alone, especially when we're old and weak. We think having kids will save our marriages or give us something to do when life gets boring. We know how the world works. For every good person out there, there's a bad one to balance the scales. That's just how it seems to me. A friend once told me that the luckiest person is the one who was never born. I think about that a lot. Does anyone ever ask us if we want to participate in this life?

1. You're getting lost in your own contradictions.
2. My daughter would know better than that.
3. Honestly, since I joined this forum, I haven't seen a single post that was uglier (or sadder) than this one.

3. Since I joined this forum, I haven’t read a single post that was uglier (or sadder) than this one.

Look, I’ve seen enough posts on here to know that the human mind is terrifyingly good at inventing its own problems... honestly, it’s unbelievable.
This is just her take on how things are going right now, nothing more, nothing less.

Your question is basically an endless loop of deep thinking.
There are certain people out there who claim they’ve unlocked secrets that—well, mere mortals like us haven't quite grasped yet—but you have to wonder if they actually know something profound, or if they've just lost themselves in some wild theories while searching for a sense of purpose...

To be honest... finding true love in this world can feel like an uphill battle. It seems like most people don't even realize it's one of the essential ingredients of a good life, let alone actually make an effort to find it...

wearydriver22 said:Your question is basically an endless loop of deep thinking.
There are certain people out there who claim they’ve unlocked secrets that—well, mere mortals like us haven't quite grasped yet—but you have to wonder if they actually know something profound, or if they've just lost themselves in some wild theories while searching for a sense of purpose...

To be honest... finding true love in this world can feel like an uphill battle. It seems like most people don't even realize it's one of the essential ingredients of a good life, let alone actually make an effort to find it...

I’m not sure why people find love so elusive, when really, it’s probably the most accessible and inexpensive thing you could ever hope to find in this life; it's just that most people lack the courage to look themselves in the mirror and admit that their own behavior is the reason they aren't receiving any affection, because at the end of the day, love is something you have to give before you can expect to receive it—that’s pretty much the whole secret.

darktiger27 said:The world is split into good people and bad people. You’re born that way; you don't just wake up one day and decide to be a saint or a villain.
I look at my three-month-old son and I just know. He's a good baby, which means he'll be a good man. I can see it. He smiles, plays with his tiny hands—just pure, innocent happiness. Like a little angel. Did anyone ever bother to ask my kids if they even wanted to show up to this world?
Then there's my eight-year-old daughter. She told me the other day, "Mom, I told that girl to stop yelling at me, because she's yelling at Jesus." When the girl asked her what she meant, she just said, "Jesus is in all of us." It makes you wonder. Who asked these pure souls—people who are destined to be good—if they actually wanted to get dragged into all this earthly mess?
They were plucked from somewhere in the cosmos, or wherever, dreaming peacefully until they were forced down here. Why? Because we're selfish. We're terrified of being alone, especially when we're old and weak. We think having kids will save our marriages or give us something to do when life gets boring. We know how the world works. For every good person out there, there's a bad one to balance the scales. That's just how it seems to me. A friend once told me that the luckiest person is the one who was never born. I think about that a lot. Does anyone ever ask us if we want to participate in this life?

not really... life isn't black and white
there's a million shades of gray
actually, there's way more gray than black or white if you think about it ☕

Watching my three-month-old son, I can see he's such a good baby, which means he'll be a good man in the future. I just know it. He smiles and plays with his little hands, totally innocent and happy, just like a little angel.

every parent thinks and says that exact same thing about their own kids 🙄

Who asked my children if they even wanted to come into this world?

nobody.. you can't exactly ask an egg or sperm if they feel like joining forces to create a baby 🙄

Who asked my pure little ones, who will always be good people, if they wanted to participate in all the sins of this earth.

they decide that for themselves

They were snatched from somewhere in the universe or wherever they were dreaming peacefully, and forced onto Earth. Why?

because... they were in the womb
and they weren't "snatched," they were born
it's just nature, how things happen

Because we're selfish, because we don't want to be alone—especially God forbid when we're old and helpless—and because we think those same kids will save our marriage or maybe strengthen it, or just entertain us when we're bored.....

sometimes that's true
but you're supposed to wonder about that stuff before you bring kids into the world

A friend of mine once said that the happiest person is the one who was never born. I think about that sentence a lot.

you can't be happy if you don't exist...🙄

Michael Moore3 said:I’m not sure why people find love so elusive, when really, it’s probably the most accessible and inexpensive thing you could ever hope to find in this life; it's just that most people lack the courage to look themselves in the mirror and admit that their own behavior is the reason they aren't receiving any affection, because at the end of the day, love is something you have to give before you can expect to receive it—that’s pretty much the whole secret.

Could you maybe give me a specific example though?...

wearydriver22 said:

Could you maybe give me a specific example though?...

I’m not really interested in providing an example myself; rather, I think you should offer one of your own to see if you actually understand what it means to give and receive love, though if you'd prefer to skip the public spectacle, feel free to send me a DM instead:
- are you married, do you have kids?
- do you have any pets?

Other expressions of love are much more subtle, and if someone can't grasp the concept through such fundamental life experiences, they'll likely struggle to recognize it in its quieter forms.

I don't have any of that going for me yet. I’m definitely too young to be thinking about marriage—still got plenty of life left to live—and I actually had to give up my pet recently 😢
But I do have a girlfriend, if you want to count that as something 😁

wearydriver22 said:I don't have any of that going for me yet. I’m definitely too young to be thinking about marriage—still got plenty of life left to live—and I actually had to give up my pet recently 😢
But I do have a girlfriend, if you want to count that as something 😁

It counts. Even having had a pet in the past carries weight...
So tell me, how does your girlfriend react when you go out of your way specifically to please her? Or better yet, how did your pet behave when you would pet them? Do they show genuine joy? If what you do is intended to make their life just a little bit brighter, then you are essentially offering love...
The way they respond tells you whether you truly gave love and whether they were mature enough to receive it and return the sentiment. It's the same with people; if your partner does something purely to cheer you up, that is love. If your pet loved spending time with you or wagged their tail when they saw you, that was love too.
And tell me, has the experience of receiving that kind of affection ever left you feeling uneasy, and if so, why might that be?

Michael Moore3 said:It counts. Even having had a pet in the past carries weight...
So tell me, how does your girlfriend react when you go out of your way specifically to please her? Or better yet, how did your pet behave when you would pet them? Do they show genuine joy? If what you do is intended to make their life just a little bit brighter, then you are essentially offering love...
The way they respond tells you whether you truly gave love and whether they were mature enough to receive it and return the sentiment. It's the same with people; if your partner does something purely to cheer you up, that is love. If your pet loved spending time with you or wagged their tail when they saw you, that was love too.
And tell me, has the experience of receiving that kind of affection ever left you feeling uneasy, and if so, why might that be?

I get the concept of love, but unfortunately, regarding that bolded part, I think a lot of people do nice things for their partners almost subconsciously—kind of like how you breathe while walking down the street or sleep at night. They do it because it's expected, or because it's become such a social norm that you don't even need to tap into your soul or be "conscious" about it to do it. Sadly, that's just how it works...

I'm pretty much like most of those people. Honestly, I don't really think deeply about it when I do something nice. 🤷 I guess it's just human nature to lean toward doing good rather than harm.
Maybe I'll grasp the true essence of love in the next life. 🤷

It sounds like a beautiful way to live if you can genuinely find joy in those small gestures. 🙂

wearydriver22 said:I get the concept of love, but unfortunately, regarding that bolded part, I think a lot of people do nice things for their partners almost subconsciously—kind of like how you breathe while walking down the street or sleep at night. They do it because it's expected, or because it's become such a social norm that you don't even need to tap into your soul or be "conscious" about it to do it. Sadly, that's just how it works...

I'm pretty much like most of those people. Honestly, I don't really think deeply about it when I do something nice. 🤷 I guess it's just human nature to lean toward doing good rather than harm.
Maybe I'll grasp the true essence of love in the next life. 🤷

It sounds like a beautiful way to live if you can genuinely find joy in those small gestures. 🙂

Well, of course you don't think, "Now I shall perform this specific act out of love"—because once you introduce a motive, it changes things. True love shouldn't have a motive; in fact, it can't arise from one, because as soon as you act with an intention, it becomes more about the outward manifestation of love rather than a sincere impulse to give it.

So, acting unconsciously is actually ideal. The real goal is simply learning to do this consistently and everywhere. It means that when you screw up, you own it—and admitting your mistakes is itself a sign of love for the other person, because you actually care that they are suffering because of you. You then try to fix every mistake. If only one out of ten situations yields a positive result, you work on evolving yourself so that all ten eventually do, essentially by changing who you are. You might face resentment from jealous people or find yourself constantly judged and forced to defend yourself against others and your own ego, but that passes, and eventually, everything starts to bloom.

And yes, deep down, people are good beings striving toward love. Everyone. It's just that many become selfish and start demanding love, trying to take it by force or focusing only on the gestures, which ultimately distorts their perception of what love actually is.

wearydriver22 said:I get the concept of love, but unfortunately, regarding that bolded part, I think a lot of people do nice things for their partners almost subconsciously—kind of like how you breathe while walking down the street or sleep at night. They do it because it's expected, or because it's become such a social norm that you don't even need to tap into your soul or be "conscious" about it to do it. Sadly, that's just how it works...

I'm pretty much like most of those people. Honestly, I don't really think deeply about it when I do something nice. 🤷 I guess it's just human nature to lean toward doing good rather than harm.
Maybe I'll grasp the true essence of love in the next life. 🤷

It sounds like a beautiful way to live if you can genuinely find joy in those small gestures. 🙂

It truly is. It took a lot of internal work for me to get to that point, and that work never really ends, though the reward for it is beautiful, infinite, and timeless.

You're just spoiling him 😬

darktiger27 said:The world is split into good people and bad people. You’re born that way; you don't just wake up one day and decide to be a saint or a villain.
I look at my three-month-old son and I just know. He's a good baby, which means he'll be a good man. I can see it. He smiles, plays with his tiny hands—just pure, innocent happiness. Like a little angel. Did anyone ever bother to ask my kids if they even wanted to show up to this world?
Then there's my eight-year-old daughter. She told me the other day, "Mom, I told that girl to stop yelling at me, because she's yelling at Jesus." When the girl asked her what she meant, she just said, "Jesus is in all of us." It makes you wonder. Who asked these pure souls—people who are destined to be good—if they actually wanted to get dragged into all this earthly mess?
They were plucked from somewhere in the cosmos, or wherever, dreaming peacefully until they were forced down here. Why? Because we're selfish. We're terrified of being alone, especially when we're old and weak. We think having kids will save our marriages or give us something to do when life gets boring. We know how the world works. For every good person out there, there's a bad one to balance the scales. That's just how it seems to me. A friend once told me that the luckiest person is the one who was never born. I think about that a lot. Does anyone ever ask us if we want to participate in this life?

Okay, great, so this is basically just pure elitism. I guess that makes atheists bad people too? My dad used to tell me all the time, "Look, even if you don't believe in God, you can still believe in family, in people, or in love." That’s kind of how I try to live my life.
Honestly, judging someone from birth by labeling them as "evil" isn't normal at all—it's such an obvious sign of being a total misanthrope.
And one more thing: these abstract notions of "good" and "evil" that churches try to drill into us? They aren't even real. This whole worldview just feeds into creating stereotypes and discrimination. 🤷

I mean, the most realistic way to navigate things is to look at what's logical and what's just plain absurd. Like, it's totally logical for a nation to revolt if they're fed up with the government, but it's pretty absurd to have TV commercials constantly glorifying alcohol.

darktiger27 said:The world is split into good people and bad people. You’re born that way; you don't just wake up one day and decide to be a saint or a villain.
I look at my three-month-old son and I just know. He's a good baby, which means he'll be a good man. I can see it. He smiles, plays with his tiny hands—just pure, innocent happiness. Like a little angel. Did anyone ever bother to ask my kids if they even wanted to show up to this world?
Then there's my eight-year-old daughter. She told me the other day, "Mom, I told that girl to stop yelling at me, because she's yelling at Jesus." When the girl asked her what she meant, she just said, "Jesus is in all of us." It makes you wonder. Who asked these pure souls—people who are destined to be good—if they actually wanted to get dragged into all this earthly mess?
They were plucked from somewhere in the cosmos, or wherever, dreaming peacefully until they were forced down here. Why? Because we're selfish. We're terrified of being alone, especially when we're old and weak. We think having kids will save our marriages or give us something to do when life gets boring. We know how the world works. For every good person out there, there's a bad one to balance the scales. That's just how it seems to me. A friend once told me that the luckiest person is the one who was never born. I think about that a lot. Does anyone ever ask us if we want to participate in this life?

🙏🙏🙏 Honestly, props to you. At their core, parents are selfish. I'm convinced of that. You can't bring a child into a world like this using any kind of sound logic. You just can't. Unless, of course, you happen to value yourself more than anything else!☕

darktiger27 said:The world is split into good people and bad people. You’re born that way; you don't just wake up one day and decide to be a saint or a villain.
I look at my three-month-old son and I just know. He's a good baby, which means he'll be a good man. I can see it. He smiles, plays with his tiny hands—just pure, innocent happiness. Like a little angel. Did anyone ever bother to ask my kids if they even wanted to show up to this world?
Then there's my eight-year-old daughter. She told me the other day, "Mom, I told that girl to stop yelling at me, because she's yelling at Jesus." When the girl asked her what she meant, she just said, "Jesus is in all of us." It makes you wonder. Who asked these pure souls—people who are destined to be good—if they actually wanted to get dragged into all this earthly mess?
They were plucked from somewhere in the cosmos, or wherever, dreaming peacefully until they were forced down here. Why? Because we're selfish. We're terrified of being alone, especially when we're old and weak. We think having kids will save our marriages or give us something to do when life gets boring. We know how the world works. For every good person out there, there's a bad one to balance the scales. That's just how it seems to me. A friend once told me that the luckiest person is the one who was never born. I think about that a lot. Does anyone ever ask us if we want to participate in this life?

Why on earth would you bring children into a world like this 🤷?

🙏🙏🙏 That's exactly what I was wondering about too. Honestly, I'm pretty curious about that part myself 🤷

darktiger27 said:The world is split into good people and bad people. You’re born that way; you don't just wake up one day and decide to be a saint or a villain.
I look at my three-month-old son and I just know. He's a good baby, which means he'll be a good man. I can see it. He smiles, plays with his tiny hands—just pure, innocent happiness. Like a little angel. Did anyone ever bother to ask my kids if they even wanted to show up to this world?
Then there's my eight-year-old daughter. She told me the other day, "Mom, I told that girl to stop yelling at me, because she's yelling at Jesus." When the girl asked her what she meant, she just said, "Jesus is in all of us." It makes you wonder. Who asked these pure souls—people who are destined to be good—if they actually wanted to get dragged into all this earthly mess?
They were plucked from somewhere in the cosmos, or wherever, dreaming peacefully until they were forced down here. Why? Because we're selfish. We're terrified of being alone, especially when we're old and weak. We think having kids will save our marriages or give us something to do when life gets boring. We know how the world works. For every good person out there, there's a bad one to balance the scales. That's just how it seems to me. A friend once told me that the luckiest person is the one who was never born. I think about that a lot. Does anyone ever ask us if we want to participate in this life?

So there it is. A lovely woman basically says we're just being selfish, and that's that.🙂

Hey, let’s take it easy on the author here—she’s just sharing her perspective, and honestly, everyone is entitled to their own take.

Look, after scrolling through some of those earlier posts, one thing seems pretty clear to me:

At the end of the day, most of what we do is for our own sake—including starting a family or having kids. We do it because it’s something we want and something we know will bring us joy. Sure, we want our partners to be happy too, but we have to be the priority in our own lives (I mean, you aren't going to feel right about having a child if it doesn't align with what you actually want out of life).
That isn't being selfish; it’s just how most living things operate. It’s a fundamental rule of nature. Most creatures act in ways that serve their own well-being—with humans and animals, the only real difference is that we actually have the capacity to make a conscious choice about it.

And I’ll offer you one more thought... if you hadn't had your child, someone else would have stepped into that role instead. That's just how the world works. Also, since you mentioned people wandering through space: eventually, we all leave this world behind and move on to whatever comes next, much like a newborn entering the world—completely without experience, totally fresh, and unaware of what's ahead. Did you feel like you were "wandering through space" during this life, and did you actually find enjoyment in the journey?

Hopefully, that offers a little bit of food for thought. 🙂