If you haven’t seen this movie starring Clive Owen, I strongly recommend it. This movie has so many depths and layers I am still amazed after watching it 100 times. Not only would I say the storyline, visual effects, acting, and representation of the future are immaculate, but I am continually impressed at the many messages hidden in the plot lines.

Children of Men is set 20 some-odd years into the future where human beings have not been able to reproduce for about 20 years. Children do not exist and humanity has all but given up. When a pregnant woman is discovered, an underground group tries to protect her. Clive Owen’s character gets mixed up in all of this and becomes the only person she can trust to deliver and save her child. 

What amazes me most about this movie is the honest portrayal of the future. There are no sleek uniforms, clean steel and glass buildings (okay maybe one), or flying cars. It is dirty, corrupt, and not all that different from what we see today. It is clear that some technology has advanced and futuristic cars look used and old, which is accurate. The garbage on the street reminds me that without future generations to think about, why would we bother to clean up after ourselves? In one scene, an elementary school is left abandoned for forest creatures to dwell. People have given up hope and stopped thinking of the future of the planet and focus on only their own survival.

I bring this up today because it is a perfect representation of how I feel when I think of living my life without children. My  husband and I have always known it would be difficult to conceive when we wanted to, but we didn’t know just how much so. Until now, children was more than just a possible future. Now, we have to conceive of what our lives could be like without them. Will it be like the movie? With no worry of future generations in our family, will that take all the pressure of ‘succeeding’ in life? Will we become selfish? Will we live out all our other fantasies and secret passions only to find at the end that it was all for no one?

I know there are some couples out there that have chosen to be childless. Are these worries ever shared with them? How do they cope? What do they tell themselves about their own futures when it isn’t linked with the phrase, “when our kids. . .” ?