F- it

There's no excuse for a lack of appreciation for the arts. And if the attempted excuse harps on some frail, sad reality that an opportunity never arose to support a flourishing, vibrant and diverse culture and respect for visual and performing arts in that particular culture... than I'm afraid that's a terrible loss. There's no equivalent that can come close to harbouring the emotion and expression that is so crucial to living a rewarding, exciting and fully satisfying (subjective or not) way of life.
How did people in so many lands get by without it for so long? What a tragedy. If only they could have written their own wrenching plays about it.
I try not to be single-minded when I think like this. But how can anything replace the importance of the Arts, western or otherwise? They're just so important.
And neither religion, nor family, nor God, nor sand, nor complacency, nor entitlement nor pride can ever replace that, in my shallow, inept and predictable way of thinking, I guess.
So what I guess. Life's not a competition.
Well, actually, that's all it is. That's exactly what it is. If you don't outdo everone else, you're an insignificant fuck.