I have a very unromantic view of reality; I feel it helps me navigate it better.
That last sentence is meta, ironic and an accurate depiction of what I think.
Anyhow, sometimes I look at Clover, and my brain fires off a bunch of electricity and chemicals, and suddenly my life seems to make sense. I think this is what more romantic-minded folks refer to when they talk about their lives developing meaning, about what it is like to live for one’s progeny.
I think of it as going deeper into the illusion that reality has meaning. However, it is so powerful, and there are so many psychological benefits to having a family, I accept it willingly.