Fairness

I no longer live my life for myself, I live it for them; I live it for my three daughters.  Honestly.  But I don’t find this behavior particularly selfless or heroic.  Rather, it just seems normal to me, behavior that any sane, centered person should also be willing and eager to embrace.  I am a big believer in the Circle of Life, that what goes round comes round.  Life itself is the most salient example of this most grandiose of theories.  We are born, we live and eventually sire offspring if we are lucky enough to survive until that requisite age and our reproductive apparatus is suitably charmed, and then we die.  And on the back side of this epochal journey, we begin focusing our attention on our progeny to a greater and greater extent.  This is only right.  No one lives forever (Irrespective of some oldsters’ selfish and uber-expensive crusades on Medicare dollars to prove otherwise!), but we CAN pass our DNA down through countless succeeding generations of humans on Earth if we are both fecund and fortunate.  Ergo that’s why the second half of anyone’s life, excepting egocentric, conceited people, should be offered up to our descendants.  In deference to the Law of Averages—the most important and magniloquent of all the laws known to mankind—these young people will outlive us on Earth’s surface, and therefore we should do everything within our humanly means to make the transition from our world to their world as smooth and enhanced as possible.