What ever he dreams, they are his dreams and nobody can take that away from him, his passions may vary or change on a whim, one day he’s a power ranger the next he's playing a guitar and singing for friends.
With broken strings and minor dings he's been playing this thing for the last month or so, today I took him to get it fixed, and get a guitar pick.
I’m all for it, there’s no shortage in his vision and as long as he sees that he can always do more, always try something new, always explore beyond his comfort zone; mentally: he’ll always be home.
Free....