Blow, Wind, Blow.
Considering what little importance art has to the average person how could I ever believe I could get away with spending my life doing that?
The artist challenges the general order of mediocracy by claiming possession of special talents and capabilities. The only way society can respond to that is to expect the artist to put in twice as much work and reap half the rewards as the average citizen. Only by fulfilling these demands the artist can be accepted as a valid contributor to society and eligible to enjoy the same rights as anyone else. Of course only men and women driven by burning ambition, pathological megalomania, or genuine talent would ever embark on such an insane journey. Those who succeed can occupy seats at the front row of our culture, and those who fall over the railings must be put in with the other dregs of society who have failed to understand that to produce and consume at the highest possible speed is the ultimate meaning of existence.
To create and reflect just blurs things out and can cause indigestion.