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I am in favour of a woman being able to choose whether or not to have a child she is pregnant with. I would hope also that the women who make those decisions are responsible and mature enough to choose wisely. Of course that is not always true and some women will abuse that choice, but I still believe the choice should be available. I think when people refer to abortion as a means of birth control, they mean when people choose not to use contraception and then don't face the consequences of their choice.
I have to admit I found the description of how they would kill the foetuses in this story quite chilling. Yes it feels wrong - really wrong. I myself would probably have had the 3 babies, as I don't think I could live with the opposite decision, or its consequences. But I am in favour of choice. Within reason, a person should not be forced to do something they don't want to do.
Perhaps she is being selfish. We live in a selfish world, let's be realistic. Is it selfish to want to live your life as best as is possible for you? Is it selfish to want things for yourself? Her tone in that article is pretty self-centered, I agree. But on a softer level I'm sure most of the people here would have to admit that they all want something for themselves and sometimes the things they want will go against what someone else wants. Is that why it's selfish? I think the fact that the woman in this story is so direct and "brutally honest" as another poster said, is part of what makes everyone point her out as selfish.
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Whether we write or speak or do but look
We are ever unapparent. What we are
Cannot be transfused into word or book.
Our soul from us is infinitely far.
However much we give our thoughts the will
To be our soul and gesture it abroad,
Our hearts are incommunicable still.
In what we show ourselves we are ignored.
The abyss from soul to soul cannot be bridged
By any skill of thought or trick of seeming.
Unto our very selves we are abridged
When we would utter to our thought our being.
We are our dreams of ourselves, souls by gleams,
And each to each other dreams of others' dreams.
Fernando Pessoa, 1918
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