There once was a man named St. Francis de Sales. Holy man from the 16th century, who claimed that true virtuosity is about self-overcoming and tackling one's own resistance. I mean he said that about helping the sick and poor - basically, if you enjoy cooking for the hungry lost souls, it's not that much of a charity, 'mirite mate?

Now, what grinds my gears: people around me are usually against utilitarianism, but often make a shortcut if they feel like it. 'Oh, you are such an attentive mother that you meal prep lunchboxes for a whole week for your three kids', 'oh, you are spending so much energy planning trips for each weekend', you get the picture. I mean yeah, the result is great, your kids are really lucky, but I would not necessarily consider it virtuosity (err on the side of caution)

Given that take, I would be a hypocrite if I wouldn't challenge myself: is my submission (or yearning for one) and sky castle idea about serving a goddess, a sign of my virtuosity or just random squirts of hormones and psychological anomalies that make my brain feel dumb happiness?