From “The World Is Not Good Enough” to “I Will Make It Good Enough”

There was a time when I was certain of one thing:I would not bring a child into this world.

Not because I didn’t love children. Not because I didn’t believe in family. But because the world felt - on too many days - unkind, unsafe, brittle. Because the headlines were loud and cruel. Because the future felt uncertain in ways that felt irresponsible to ignore.

Why would I invite a new life into a place that seemed so determined to grind people down?

That decision felt rational. Moral, even. A refusal to participate in something broken.

And then something shifted - not all at once, not dramatically, but slowly, quietly, the way real changes usually happen.

I realized I had been asking the wrong question.

I had been asking: Is the world worthy of a child?

When the question that mattered was: What kind of world am I willing to build?

Because the world has always been imperfect. Every generation inherits a version of it that feels unstable, unjust, unfinished. And yet - people keep choosing to love, to care, to raise children anyway. Not out of naivety, but out of resolve.

I came to understand that choosing to have a child is not a declaration that the world is good.

It is a declaration that I will be responsible for it. 

That you will soften the sharp edges where you can. That you will teach kindness as a skill, not a slogan. That you will show, through daily acts, that care is not abstract - it is practiced.

Becoming a parent didn’t suddenly make the world safer or fairer.What it did was make my responsibility clearer. 

I think about the world my child experiences when he wakes up.Is it innocent?Is it powerful?Is it breeding self-expression?Is it authentic?

That is a world I can shape.

Not perfectly. Never perfectly. But intentionally.

I choose what he hears when he cries. I choose how conflict is handled in front of him. I choose whether fear or steadiness leads the day.

And slowly, I see it: The world does not improve because we wait for it to become worthy.

It develops because people decide to raise humans who know how to be responsible.

I didn’t change my mind because the world convinced me it deserved my child.

I changed my mind because I realized that creating and raising a child is not an act of tolerance to the world as it is.

It is an act of authorship and creation. 

I choose to create a world worthy of my child.