Forgotten dreams...

I sit here on a Sunday afternoon, typing this out, while not more than a few meters away, a bunch of youngsters strum away on their guitars, producing those utterly irresistible sounds that only a guitar can...I listen to the strumming, zoning out from the work I am supposed to be doing and contemplate how much I miss holding a six-string, struggling hard to make sense of the plucking...Its been more than 20 months since I stopped playing (not that I ever played very well, just about okay....but I miss trying hard to make the transition from just-about-okay to this-sounds-pretty-good) ...With time, your aspirations change, some things gain more priority over others, you move on in life....and yet some of these dreams linger...somewhere in the back of your mind...trying to find a way out and cease to be just dreams...trying to make a transition to reality...I just wonder where that passion, that desire, that hunger to try and master something totally unknown disappears in the need to find your own feet and stay true to your purported "potential"...