As I expected, my pathetic sentiment of hate towards children in general will fade soon enough.
Especially after reading about the children casualties of the earthquake in China. I felt terrible thinking about the children whose autopsies revealed there weren’t major abrasions nor crushed organs from being collapsed on by the school building; many of them badly lost all their fingers presumably from clawing their way out of the rubble they were stuck in. I want to cry just thinking of the agony they felt as they suffocate to death. It’s a horrible experience. If it’s any consolation, they are now all in heaven, angels that they are, free from pain and hardships. I hope their parents would move on gracefully.
Truly, it’s terrible to lose sons and daughters in one big sweeping motion in a country with a one-child policy. Imagine the number of fathers and mothers who are now childless. Childless and grieving.
Anyway, my feelings toward children, having children, has not totally changed. It’s fine, it’s cool. I’m not totally ready to even think about if fully. Let’s leave it at that.