I was contemplating things when it came to my attention that everyone has unrealised dreams. I want to tell the story about a wood be luthier.
Once upon a time, a man decided all of his talents and desires pointed him in a certain direction, so he began taking steps towards that end.
It seemed like every good deed led him closer to this deed of Making his own guitars. He researched the contruction and gathered the tools, know how, and wood. He stockpiled every last scrap he could from his days making Guitars for another company, but he was not content. This discontent would surface elsewhere and ruin schemes.
He made many beautiful things from his collection of "good wood". But, most important became his wife and children, causing him to put his other aspirations aside in order to provide for them. They were so appreciative, but he was discontented. His aspirations first took a backseat, and later they disappeared.
But, of all of the good things he lost wood was not the most fateful. He was certain of his eternal fate. He was loved entirely by his wife and children, and had even vowed to place them first forever. He looked for something missing and figured it was somehow out of his reach because of his associations. So he severed them, breaking hearts and dreams, and still never made his guitar.
So, I will not become discouraged because my dreams were unrealized because others were and I should be thankful for what I did accomplish not rue what I did not. I only need think about the guitar that never was to realize there are more important things in life than guitars, and life is long enough I will find time to realize my every wish, if I focus on what truly matters.
