at your dwarf's musings, Bezmir.
Much like my nephew's dwarven character, Kilmorrigan Singhammer, that he played in my table-top games.
In brief:
He wanted to be a smith, but didn't have the aptitude. Not wanting to be a "mere" miner, he ended up in the clan temple as an acolyte and screwed that up. He was able to get a second chance in the forges and made his first tool, a small hammer, as a "test project". When he struck the anvil with the hammer to test it, and the head shattered into five shards. Four of them struck bells in the forge-room (hence the name Singhammer), and the fifth shard struck one of the forge-masters in one eye, costing him the use of one of that eye.
Disgraced and embarrassed, Singhammer left the clanhome to become a mercenary warrior. It still rankles him to this day that he cannot become what he most wants to be, but he has made his place in the world ...