I'm fairly confident that I don't want to have kids. At least none of my own. I've felt this way since I've been physically capable of giving birth. It seems so self-centered to me, with the current destructive population growth.

One less child might not actually mean anything to the world, but I know neither does my veganism. Gotta live your ideals though.

Sometimes though, the motherly instinct and subconscious desire to spawn is as hard to ignore as eating or sexual pleasure. Despite being such a stead-fast believer in evolution, my active stance to not reproduce completely goes against the underlying reason we are all here: to pass on our specific genes.

If anything, I would consider adoption. My genes are not more important than the health and life of another being, right here, right now. Two generations from now I will be forgotten anyhow. After death you are carried on in the memories you have created, not the foot shape or eye color you have passed on. It's about the relationships you form.

Then again, nothing is set in stone, and personal mental evolution in one's lifetime is just important as the working order of the Big Picture Evolution. I wonder who is going to win.