As I've obviously stated through the title of this blog, I consider myself to be middle-aged. Some of my friends (who notably are the same age as me), have said that 'middle-aged' is a little older than I am...but in doing the math, I think I'm there.
Anyway, and in getting to the title of this post, some things are likely best left bouncing around inside of my mind, rather than said out loud--but at the same time, maybe some things should be said out loud. Posts under this title (either today or in the future) will probably contain both...
I many times wonder if I'm accomplishing enough in my life. When I'm having a lazy weekend, I sometimes chide myself for not doing something more productive. What's the balance between a life enjoyed and a life of accomplishment...and which is the better?
In my life so far, I have thought about but chosen not to pursue having and raising a child or children. I feel that I still have time for this, but would not bring a child into my life without being completely out to my family. But as I think about my accomplishments (and about children), I wonder if having and raising a child gives people a default (almost assigned by society) purpose in life?
Certainly it is a worthy and valiant purpose in life. To have responsibility for another being is one of the most significant responsibilities in life. To give that being an environment in which they can flourish, in which they are safe and in which they may become a significant member of society.
While this need for a purpose in life, certainly seems to be part of "the burden of being upright", is it possible to go as far as to consider that it's an instinct that perpetuates the continuation of the species? Having a child provides a purpose and ensures the survival of the human race.
Definitely a subject that deserves some thought...at least for me...
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