Orgasmic photography

You know, sometimes I wonder...

"Why do I bother? What is the point? Who is really benefiting from this?"

This is what I sometimes wonder about my art, which pretty much entails my pictures. I've really poured my heart and soul into learning all I can about photography, and attempting to implement what I've learned because I want to get better at it. I shoot often (but still not as much as I wished), and not because I'm consciously thinking that I have to practice to be good. I enjoy shooting immensely; it's a rush when an idea washes over me. And then, the ultimate (the "creative orgasm" so to speak), is when you nail the shot and the picture kicks ASS.

Then I start to wonder if doing this I'm doing nothing but just stroking my own ego and feeding my addiction. It feels good to create that piece of work, from inspiration to finished product, but isn't that euphoria and satisfaction self-serving? The picture that I took of the broken chair I found outside an abandoned house near the airport isn't really contributing anything worthwhile to anybody. So isn't the whole process just a way for me to "get off" and get it out of my system momentarily? I mean, at least a product of sex is a human being who actually makes some kind of impact (positive or negative) on the world.

I dunno, maybe I'm slipping into a artistic slump. I hope the project I've created for myself will help pull me through.