Some time ago I did a post very similar to this one that I found, but her’s is much better. She provides me with reason #683 to hang it up, pack it in, find a monkey and start grinding an organ, to do something other than this wretched business of articulating your soul in the written tradition.
But enough of the sulking—my acute sense of inadequacy is not why we're gathered here. The subject is cultural consumption, and the facts of the case are dire. She writes eloquently and beautifully about the fact that we’ll miss most of the good stuff in this world. May we all choose the path of surrender.
I got it from this piece on the same subject that is also very good.