We haven’t gotten to the point yet where humans come fully sprung from the laboratory. Soon, but not if you’re reading this.
Someone brought you into the world. Raised you. Did the best they could.
Sometimes this function was performed by someone who wasn’t an official parent or guardian. A teacher, coach or neighbor.
Somewhere along the line an adult took an interest in you and gave you what they thought was best.
Maybe it was, maybe not. The point is, in your development someone tried to help you become a responsible adult. For some reading this it may have been a government agency that fed you. Or protected you.
There is only one thing you owe any of these “parents” in whatever shape or form they may have taken.
Repeat the process.
Do something supportive, or nurturing, or educational for another human being.
Let them know the best of what you know, and that they can learn to become an adult. A responsible adult, making their own way in the world.
Big picture, it’s called civilization. It’s what keeps the whole mess together.
Your parent, formal or adjunct, will beam with pride.
At this point there’s more behind them than in front of them.
And you doing your best, and giving something to another person out of love or duty, will let your parent know their sacrifice was worth the effort.
They will love you for doing your best. For giving something to someone else.
It’s what keeps the whole mess together.
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