Some Days Are Stone

One of my dad's favourite singers is John Denver. It was my dad's dream to see him in concert in Colorado, John's home. It was announced a few years ago that he would be doing a concert in the Royal Albert Hall in London. My dad decided not to go as he had that vision, that dream, of seeing him in his hometown. I told my dad that he had to go and see him. That you never know what will happen and what the future brings. He changed his mind and went to the concert. He had an amazing time and was really glad he went. Within two years John Denver died in a plane crash.
I guess the moral of the story is multifold. That life is short. Don't put off for tomorrow what you could do today. No regrets.
But there is also the element of things going not exactly how you envision them. Should we hold steadfast to our vision of our dream? Or do we bend? At what point does it become a sacrifice? Obviously I'm going way beyond the scope of the tale I just told. Just some food for thought.
John Denver crossed my mind today because I randomly had a lyric of his run through my mind:
"Some days are diamonds, some days are stone
Sometimes the hard times won't leave me alone."



RIP John Denver