If existence is ultimately about having "rights" and "freedoms", then you should theoretically deplore your parents. After all, they dropped you on this planet without your consent. No one consulted you on your own existence (arguably the biggest thing that happen(s)(ed) to you). Isn't that ironic?
Barring a few exceptions (think billionaires and double/triple digit millionaires who give you limitless funds to pursue your true passions at a young age), your left to essentially suffer and be subjugated by society at large. [The definition of suffer heretofore is "anything that one must do against his/her true desires"] In school, forced to obey teachers, deadlines, rules. In work, forced to obey supervisors, bosses, company "policies". Essentially, live a structured life as a directiveless plebeian bourne to please and toil for the super-elite.
A bit of backstory about me that many here might (or might not) be curious about. I was born in Salt Lake City and raised in Connecticut to upper middle class parents, both of whom are specialty doctors. Although not hedge-fund wealthy, we were definitely not short of money. Think full stucco, 3 car garage, 'wraparound driveway with a fountain' house in the burbs. But my parents were straight edge folks. Getting good grades, studying hard, conforming to norms was paramount. Abiding by this notion, they supported me through my higher education, covering nearly $400k (possibly more) in tuition, housing, etc.
Perhaps I'm a unthankful son of a bitch (or just a late-stage nihilist about to exercise his right to life and the inverse), but somehow, I completely dispprove of them (both in the fact they decided not to abort me, and their parenting style). [Yes, you're allowed to feel bad for my parents for having such a dick child.]
So now I'm stuck in a corporate-esque type of routine. Doing something "sitting down". And quite honestly, getting extremely mundane (not the stock market again).
When I see Olympic skiiers, or bobsledding teams train for days on end, I can't help but wonder why my parents didn't encourgage me to practice something unique as a child. Something that wouldn't tether me to a single source of income. But rather, allow me to explore dozens of interests.
So in summation. People really ought to reconsidering procreating. Unless you're a billionaire, your child is bound to suffer in his/her life (and not be truly free). And also, since you can't read your child's intentions/desires at a young age, it's impossible to develop what THEY are interested in from a young age. In essence, you're forcing YOUR definition of "ideal" onto another person, which is rather selfish.
So, with all the brouhaha over "personal rights" to literally everything nowadays, how do people manage to love their parents?
"Is it possible that existence is our exile and nothingness our home?" ~Emil Cioran