No sleep til Vegas?

Maybe, but it isn't the impending trip that is keeping me up when I haven't went to sleep since Tuesday night. Sitting here at my gate, looking at an empty plane being prepped for flight, I wonder how many people have sat in the same place I am, waiting on a flight out of Nashville. However, instead of going somewhere they are returning home. I saw a man walk by several minutes ago with a guitar case on his back. Only minutes before a woman walked by with a similar case. Did they come to Nashville to make it big in music, only to be forced to strap up their guitar (on their back) and return to where they came from? Were they trying to live their dream, only to see it go unrealized once again? Maybe... I guess they can at least say they played in Nashville for what that's worth. Wondering about these people I remembered what is important about their walk from security to their gate. This trip to Music City may not have been what they hoped, but they tried, and at the end of the day that's all the world can ask of you. If you know what your dream is and make an honest effort to see it come to fruition, well, no one can hold anything against you. It forces me to realize how little I have actually tried to accomplish my dream. I've been lazy, and I am wasting what some would call my 'talent,' although I don't particularly like that term. So, as I am sitting in the airport thinkig about these people, I want to thank them for trying. While they may not have accomplished their dream yet, they have accomplished a goal and completed a step. Moreover, they convinced me to write something, even if it is just a short blog about two people walking through an airport with their guitars. To you, dream chasers, thank you. Don't let this be your last trip home. I hope to make one soon as well.