Kiwi Farms

I'll start us off with my based cynical and nihilistic insight on the topic:

We, as human beings, are carbon-based bodies of flesh and bones, [apparently] with the biological and significant function to reproduce, second to that of our general survival and living physical existence. More often than not, our usually [and unfortunately] long lives are fraught with many strange and interesting experiences. However, despite whatever instrumental value one can place on anything they have lived through, it is ultimately a fruitless endeavor, as it will, more often than not, prove to be nothing more than absolutely nothing—not even a footnote to be cited in the annals of history.

Thus, the topic at hand. Kids [apparently], and the processes of bearing and raising them have long been held as both a prevalent and pertinent experience for their parents. But, why become the [ultimately nothing] parent of a more than likely, nothing child? Why, as a woman, would you undergo a childbearing process (that runs the chance of ending your life) just to produce and be a mother to what is likely to be, a nothing child? The same applies to fathers, and parents as a whole; why would you expend your time, and essentially, a large portion of your life dedicated to the overall amelioration of nothing offspring?

The short of this: "You're likely to be a nothing, so why subject yourself to the function of reproduction in what is literally an actual irl lottery?"

That aside, share your thoughts on this matter, autist. Perhaps you'll elucidate us with positive notions, or ones that run same course of negativity as the opening take above.

As for me, I'd love to someday settle down and raise some children. While it will obviously be a challenge and in spite of whatever antinatalism rhetoric is expressed, my life's my life, and such is an important aspect of it.