Wrong Way

Lately, I have been thinking how life is like two roads. There is the one where you have kids, and the one where you don't. Every time someone else goes down that path with kids, they talk and relate to each other. They are welcomed to this new road. I am on the other side of the road. I can see what's happening sometimes. Other times, there's something in the way. They go on great little side trips. They all relate . Sometimes they talk to me over the divide. They try to explain to me the things they are seeing, and how great it all is, but it's hard to see from my vantage point. Everything looks so beautiful on their side. Everyone is so happy together. They ask "did you pass that on your way?" "Did you feel how great that part of the path was?" Sometimes they look at my side and pity how ugly and lonely it is. "Don't worry" they shout I'm sure you can get in that next opening, but I pass it. "Oops!" They yell. I'm sure you'll make the next one. Over and over again we play this game, until it's just words that none of us believe.
It's stupid, but that's how I feel.
Now I have an offer "just $15000, and we'll give you more openings into that beautiful side." More chances to get in, and wider paths. No guarantee that you'll make it, and no way to help you out, even though $15000 is about $10000 more than you have. What an offer.