I wanted to a concert flutist when I was a lad... I would day dream about it day and night. Night and day. Even during dodge ball with the fellas. I was never blessed with the genetics. My fingers were no where near dextrous enough, my lung capacity was severely subpar, and my lip tightness was probably the worst that had ever been seen. BUT DAMMIT I HAD A DREAM! The problem was, I had no motivation to prove the nay sayers wrong. I listened to all the experts and never once even picked up a flute in public (besides seranading the librarian at the Ft. Worth public library in 2007......and also unsuccesfully in 2009).
I instead picked up powerlifting because I am short, stocky, and have a propensity for Oreos. I mean, I REALLY FUCKING LOVE oreos!! Anyway, even when I chalk up and prepare to pull 500+ lbs for a PR. I'm really just imagining a sintilating flute solo at Carnegy Hall in front of thousands. It is the single most regrettable occurance of my short, sorrow filled life.
I guess what I'm trying to say is this, SHINE YOU SHINEY-SHINER, YOU! Genetics and conventional wisdom be damned. You chase your dream and chase it with impunity and an undying love. Never give up and never sell yourself short. I LOVE YOU! LETS HUG!!!