Go into the arts. I'm not kidding. The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven's sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something. ~Kurt Vonnegut
I agree. I've taken up painting lately, being super wealthy and all. I'm not very good of course, I'm probably a better writer which isn't saying much, but it's a thing. Actually, I'm so ungood at painting I can't even tell what a good quality painting would look like unless it's entirely realistic. Some paintings appeal to me, that's good enough.
We went to a concert last night, one of the pieces performed was "weird", modern music etc. I was thinking "If they hit a wrong note, neither I nor anyone in the audience would know.". It was just a jumble of sound. They had a concerto for two pianos that was interesting, the performers were sisters, it also was a bit weird. The virtuosity of these concert pianists is completely beyond my realm, and I play a little bit.
And I like walking. When I was "working", I'd go to a buddy's office and we'd drink tea and talk about the ills of the world, and work. Then we'd take a walk around the parking lot talking about cars, weather permitting. One guy had a home built electric car, this was ca. 2008, with lead acid batteries. He had a neat story about it, an old Jetta with a blown motor. He bought the batteries and motor for a relative song, and barely had enough juice to get to work on a good day, maybe 30 miles of range. He had it plugged into a 110 v outlet and had the hood up when we strolled by. His name was Elon something ...
