I've been thinking all about value lately, more specifically, the value of my actions. I find myself questioning, well, maybe not questioning, but examining the underlying beliefs I hold. I've been checking for any structural weakness in the ideological foundation over which I have built my life.
Maybe I'm going through an existential crisis. Maybe it's a sign that I've hit a new level of emotional maturity and I'm trying to better understand myself, which would be ironic because a lot of times I feel like I'm having a conversation with a 3-year-old:
"Why do I bother to cook?"
"Because I like it. It makes me happy."
"Because it's nice to make good food."
"Why? I can just buy food from the store."
"Because a home cooked meal is different."
"Because it's an expression of love, damn it!"*