As a kid, you think everything is good and evil. Everything fits into one category or the other. The cops, the firefighters, soldiers, they're the good guys. Robbers, communists, murderers, they're the bad guys.
And then you grow up.
Suddenly, you can't see the trees for the forest. All these little things, they don't matter anymore. The way you could sit and watch Saturday morning cartoons. The way you loved to eat your mother's cookies before dinner, and then after, too. All you see is what's going to happen in the end.
We all die in the end.
And that's all you see. And the bad things. You see those, too. You wonder, do I want to get married and have children and raise them in this world? Do I want to subject them to this?
Because you forgot what it was like to be a kid. You forgot that being a kid was all about the next game, the next time you got to hug your father when he came home. All about that ball game your brother promised to take you to. Or that ice cream your sister promised to buy you after school.
You forget it.
I used to think exactly like that. I mean, what was the point to everything if all we do is die in the end, right?
Wrong.