Who am I to keep practicing the art of organ playing and perfecting this craft?
What right do I have to be trying to learn improvisation at the level of the great masters of the past?
Why should I try my hand at composing if all I do is an imitation of someone else's style?
Only people with real talent can see their dreams come true.
I don't have the necessary academic and theoretical background to be even trying.
I'll never master this piece. My technique is too weak.
These are the things we tell ourselves when the going gets tough, when we get frustrated.
It turns out that the stronger the voice in the back of our heads telling us to stop pursuing our dream, the closer we are to it.
Use this voice as a compass.