I’ve never regretted not having children. My mindset in that regard has been constant. I objected to being born, and I refuse to impose life on someone else.
I’ve always spent more time with a smile on my face than not, but the thing is, I don’t write about it.
Everything I do has the tinge of the finite, of my own demise. At some point you either accept death or you just keep pushing it back as you get older and older. I’ve accepted it.