Wrong Choice

I was learning sitar in my school. During school holy days at home I used to forget lessons because the musical instrument could not be found. I still remember how my parents then had reacted, though only through their facial expression of repentance. One of the close relatives had desired to get sitar in father's possession for sometime. My father had fulfilled his desire but unfortunately he had broken it at his dwelling and this had been the end of the journey of the instrument at that period. However that was short-lived when i too started learning it and hence had bought one later during my last leg of school days which i play even now. Meanwhile out of love for the different musical instruments i also purchased a hawaian guitar. I often played the guitar those days. Time passed. I found one of my favourite nephews to be good academically, but devoid of any musical inclination. I then started to push him towards music. He too had shown some interest in it. Finally i in order to learn more of the instrumental music started guiding him on my guitar. Later i gifted it to him. Same was the incident with our taanpura. What i thus find right now is that at times we feel to forget a right decision.