Not everybody can sing.  Not everybody can write.  Not everyone has the spunk, time, or capacity to learn an instrument. Among those whose personal box of 64 contains some or every shaded brilliance of ability/talent/gift listed above, not every stick of colored wax gets employed, leaving forever a forest of unframed blank whiteness--empty sketchbooks of unaccomplished images, never attempted, never begun. The greatest human challenge is to passionately own up to who one are. . . take a leap of …