Why have children when life is so hard?
Why do people keep bearing children when life is so hard, ugly, and unfair?
Why to bring into existence a new life, when life is so much pain? why when anyway, most times, children bring more worries than happiness? why do parents look through ‘pink glasses’ while deciding to have children, hoping for a beautiful life for their children (and for themselves), and they don’t learn from the experience of their parents?
Why, when no-one thinks anyway that living his/ her life again (exactly the way it already was) does worth it?
I see children everywhere, new poor lives, it seems like their parents think that life is worth living. when they’re not happy anyway, why do they bring into existence a new life, that will suffer the same as they do?
It might sound depressive, but really, I rarely see people that enjoy their life and are…
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