Reality, is it real?

I talk a lot about the aspects of being an artist.  That's because I think a lot about the aspects of being an artist.  I think that artists enjoy a special connection with the Creator whose image we bear, but that doesn't come without associated burdens.  I think the urge to create new things is directly connected to a keen awareness that our souls have the capacity for a greater reality than that which we observe around us.  In other words, we're always seeking something greater.  Sometimes we are referred to as "The Dreamers" of society, and we're often told to get our heads out of the clouds.  But we're just searching for what we believe exists.  Sometimes we ache for it so badly that it physically hurts.
Unfortunately, many times this leads to harmful habits and lifestyles, often involving the proverbial sex, drugs and rock&roll.  We spend a lot of time trying to find this greater reality in the very limited things this world has to offer us, and it seems that many of the most creative artists in history have ruined their lives in this pursuit. 
Lately I've been feeling a greater awareness of this huge void, and feeling stronger urges to find something more.  Much of that manifests itself in my music and art, and is ultimately a good thing as I strive to create better things for our current reality.  But very often lately, this greater awareness simply leads to a greater disappointment in the reality around me, and I see the deficit in culture, relationships, integrity, and society.  It just leaves me feeling angry and bitter, and trying to find or generate a joy to counter it.  But I too am guilty of believing that it can be found in things around me.  Even good things like music and relationships can't fill the need in my life.  Only Jesus can do that. 
I just wish I had a better understanding of how to truly pursue that.