A man builds. A parasite asks 'Where is my share?'
A man creates. A parasite says, 'What will the neighbors think?'
A man invents. A parasite says, 'Watch out, or you might tread on the toes of God... '
Five months after the birth of your first child, a beautiful little girl, you'll start to notice that you feel particularly weak in your arms; frequent muscles spasms and slurring in your speech cause you to visit your family physician. After some tests you're diagnosed with ALS (a.k.a. Lou Gehrig's disease). As the symptoms progress you fall into a deep depression, knowing that all that awaits you in this life is suffering. Your spouse falls out of love, you aren't the person you once were; an affair takes place. You two divorce, and you die alone, in a convalescent home, where up until your death you were basically dead anyways. Congratulations.
Edit: This was intended for Antimony; I'm not sure if JAVO has any children yet or not.
@iwakar ... Writes a Pulitzer Prize winning novel about a couple that adopts 16 children,all with different MBTI types. Retires on the royalties,buys a huge beach house on the Pacific coast,passes away at 92 drinking a Pina Colada at sunset.
Some people are like Slinkys.
Useless, but still bring a smile to your face when you push them down the stairs.
We are the music makers,and we are the dreamers of the dreams.