What is it like to be an adult and not have kids?
You spend half your life chasing money and the things it can buy. You work tirelessly at your career, hate it, change careers, hate it again, find something you actually enjoy doing for a living only to become insanely bored with it decades before retirement.
You spend half your life upgrading everything you think makes you happy: house, car, stereo, computer, bike, tools, woredrobe, relationships, and drug addictions. You amass useless collections of DVDs, games, gadgets, wine, exercise equipment, toys, music, art, shoes, watches, stamps, and words you play in Scrabble.
You spend half your life thinking you're free to get as rich as you want doing what you think you want to do.
But all you do is spend half your life chasing away boredom.
There comes a time in life when you ask yourself: what the fuck am I doing this for? What is the point of it all? Surely it has nothing to do with how many horses I have under the hood, gigs in the PC, or zeroes in the bank. Surely it has nothing to do with how good I look, how good she looks, or how witty I am at parties. Surely it has nothing to do with anything I've ever thought, read, said, or written.
And then it dawns on you your purpose in life: it's love. A life without love is a life without purpose, and completely meaningless. And I'm not talking about the kind of love you feel for your soulmate. That love is not invincible.
I'm talking about unconditional love. The kind of love only children have to give, and would die inside without it.
I swear my house and everything inside it could burn to black ash and I wouldn't shed a single tear. I think at best I would shrug my shoulders and mutter "oh well, gotta find a hotel". In fact it might even be a temporary relief from the crushing boredom as I could start all over chasing the things I always thought meant happiness.
But I know better. Burning my house to the ground is not the answer to this life crisis. Not that I care much about all my shit. It's just not the answer.
My greatest lesson in life is that personal and financial success is not the path to happiness and fulfillment. I could throw it all away and get it back again. Big whoop.
Family is everything, and it's time long overdue I started one of my own.