FUCK no art has been enriching my life for pretty much my whole life. I've been a musician since young teens, got to party, fuck, tour, hang out and jam with cool music people. It's been awesome.
Now I'm a visual artist, I carry a sketchbook every damn where I go and I'm never bored. I have an enriched appreciation for everything I see. The fulfillment I used to get from gaming or other worthwhile (but not exactly productive) pursuits I now get from drawing all the damn time. My house is full of framed graphite, charcoal and oil pieces that I loved doing and I can't wait to do more. My girlfriend also is an accomplished artist and my house is basically a studio where we hang out and create.
I draw my family, friends, friends families, strangers, art for a small game I'm working on with my brother, commissions, comics and anime shit.
I fucking ONLY use social media to post art, that's it, and that alone has been a big improvement in my life because social media is a hellhole designed to make you feel bad.
The fulfillment of doing a craft that I love is unbeatable. I will never ever stop trying to improve and spending tons of time on it. What "real life" am I missing out on other than various less cool ways to push my dopamine button over and over? I hope to eventually die satisfied with a life's absolute work to be proud of.