What's the Use in Being Good at Anything? I Mean, Really Good.

Something occurred to me the other day.  I was pondering my recent brush with art at the symphony.  We had a girl's night out.  It was cathartic, uplifting, and it brought back memories of a time when I had more time to devote to art and culture.  In order to be really good at something, in addition to having some natural talent, there is a need to immerse yourself in said thing.  Yet, this whole world is constructed in such a way that, if we are to do that, we must neglect all else.  Perhaps not entirely, but to enough of an extent for the neglect to be felt by, in most cases, THOSE whom we are neglecting for the pursuit of art.  Art is anesthetic for me.  It is powerful, mind-expanding, pleasurable.  The creation of art is like a powerful drug.  The consumption of art is on par with its creation. 

Unfortunately, I'm going to have to interrupt my thought.  There are too many things pulling at me.  So my thoughts are diluted.  I will hopefully revisit this post and finish it.