there was a guy who dreamed of writing a great piece of music. each day he woke up cursing the fact that he still had not written it. then he would set his sights on doing it and dream about that again. he had a window of opportunity each night to advance the piece but something always got in the way and he would assure himself tomorrow will be different. then he would go to sleep and the next morning realize he fooled himself again and got nothing done. sometimes, for a few seconds, he wondered if the problem lay in thinking about the problem and thinking thought could change it. nah, an ancient voice inside him said and then added – you’re losing more opportunities to dream if you keep dwelling on it this way.