The quote I reflected on yesterday from Thoreau was this:

Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them.

Are we going to the grave with a song still in our hearts? Are we going to the grave with a work of art still waiting to be formed? Is there a symphony to be composed? A book to be written? A song to be sung? Music to be formed? A film to write?

What is the dream that is in you? What is that God-given gift that this world really needs to hear? Don’t let the song go to the grave with you.