My father is a lifelong musician and worked over two decades to "Make it" at the expense of free time, family, responsibilities, etc. He runs a company with a couple of bands that do events, weddings, etc. sings, plays bass and now that he's pushing his late 50's is stepping back doing more a management role so he doesn't have to travel around the region as much.
Dreams are there if you work. My dad isn't some famous guy or some household name, and it took a long ass time working shit jobs paycheck to paycheck, my mother leaving him, his next wife leaving him, all of the stereotypical "Delusional Asshole" stuff that goes with chasing stupid dreams. But in the end he's settled somewhere doing what he loves for a living, has a nice house, a wife (whom i adore) that loves and supports him and most importantly he's the happiest I've ever heard or seen him and that's all that matters to me.
I didn't understand him when i was growing up and thought he was a self-centered asshole. He probably is, but some people just have a fire in them that blinds them to "reality" until they make their own. Good for them. We only got one shot at this.
Fuck you if you're going out of your way to hold this old man down because you're too much of a pussy to chase your own dreams. PS my dad would beat the shit out of you.