Deciding to have a child in today’s world must be a very difficult decision for many people.
My daughter has just announced she’s pregnant with her fourth child and I gave her the normal response of heartfelt congratulations, but my unexpressed thoughts immediately returned to “what sort of world will these children mature into?”
I find it hard to be optimistic, often the case with old men, but to have any chance of mitigating even the worst outcomes of climate change will require cooperation from all tiers of society, even politicians, those paragons of virtue.
Even now I have acquaintances who refuse to believe in climate change, thanks in large part to Rupert Murdoch’s trashy media.
Witnessing how the disastrous lack of cooperation has, and still is, playing out with the COVID-19 pandemic just reaffirms my belief that we as a species will not be able to work cohesively enough to effect any real change until the major climate tipping points are well behind us, ie far too late.
Because of my age I will escape before any major changes, but that doesn’t lessen my sense of guilt for the past, and sadness for the future generations and our co-tenants on this once beautiful planet.