What stole the joy you must have felt, fleetingly, as a child that beheld the world with fresh eyes, full of wonder?

Did you imagine yourself then, as your are now, hunched over a glowing rectangle. Demanding imperiously that the world share your contempt for the sublime. Share your jaundiced view of those that pour the whole of themselves into the act of creation, so that everyone might once again be graced with wonder anew.

I hope you can find a work of art that breaks you free of your resentment.