Failed Singer

In the dawn of 2017, now in my late thirties, I have come to realize something which I might have known already: I am a failed singer. I have never had the opportunity to sing on national television (only local). I have never held a recording contract, or sung on the Grand 'ol Opry, or the famed Ryman auditorium. All of which I dreampt about since I was a teenager. And yet, I still refuse to give up. I keep plugging along. I will write, sing, and sing again until I draw my last breath on earth and return to Jesus. As conceited as it may sound, there are people of lesser talent than I who have accomplished much in life. I know that I will not give up, and never never will I quit. I don't know where this road will end, where it shall take me, or how I'll even manage. But years ago I decided I wanted to be a professional singer and perform in front of audiences far and near. Every time I get up and sing, I am living that dream. I sing in church, I sing in front of a small gathering of fans in a clandestine barber shop. I also sing on my recordings which I sell over the internet and at my public appearances. I have only failed in name and marketing value, but not in determination and spirit. I always give credit to God for my gifts and talents. I just want to use them to my full potential and wisely so. When I get to heaven, I want join in with the angel choir and sing my praises to the Lord. Oh Lord use me in the best way you know how. I hope that one day I can sing on national television and fill a concert hall the size of Montana.