Before the UN report last year (I think? Maybe earlier this year - it's been a long fucking year), I felt a little guilty that my two kids would be growing up as the world had to truly grapple with the issue of climate change. I, like every other naive fool, thought there would be more time. Maybe my grandkids would the ones to suffer, but surely they'd be able to finish what their parents started.
But now that we know we are basically in the final stretch before it all starts to fly apart, there is a dull sense of dread pervading everything. Granted, my kids will be late-20s/early-30s when 2050 rolls around and will be basically adults of their own. But I still have a keen feeling of guilt at helping to bring them into this kind of failing world. I know my wife feels the same way, but she does her best to ignore the reports now so as not to just fall into a pit of despair.
I am morbidly curious as to what the global birthrate will be in ten or fifteen years in developed countries, to see if some sort of malaise regarding having children will take hold.
But now that we know we are basically in the final stretch before it all starts to fly apart, there is a dull sense of dread pervading everything. Granted, my kids will be late-20s/early-30s when 2050 rolls around and will be basically adults of their own. But I still have a keen feeling of guilt at helping to bring them into this kind of failing world. I know my wife feels the same way, but she does her best to ignore the reports now so as not to just fall into a pit of despair.
I am morbidly curious as to what the global birthrate will be in ten or fifteen years in developed countries, to see if some sort of malaise regarding having children will take hold.