A favorite teacher of mine, Moshe Caspi (yes, in the spirit of repetition I've already credited him with another story), used to tell the following story:
A man went to the market and bought a small lute which he brought home and started to learn to play. He learned various notes and chords and even started constructing these into songs. But after a while his wife noticed that he was playing only one note - over, and over and over again. As might be expected, she found this rather distressing, and approached him.It's enough to make us hope that we don't find ours. Or at least others close to us must hope we don't.
"You have such a nice lute, with numerous strings. There must be many notes and chords that you can play on it. Why do you continue to play only that one note?" She asked.
Her husband replied: "Most people go through their entire lives seeking the one note that's right for them. What can I do if I've actually found mine?"