In my dream, I was suddenly 17 again. With my late mother and father, I was returning to one of my childhood places. In my dream, I recognized the closet from the house I spent my grade-school years. It was badly worn and torn. Nobody recognized it but me... But, after I explained what it was, someone just had to open it, right? Not me. I didn't want to look in it. But, with a flair, it was opened for me. Inside that closet were unfinished science projects, toys, broken items, in fact, all the things from my very young years. And it wasn't just things I had... it also had the things I wished I had.
In my dream, my parents had taken all those things away, by putting them that closet and then giving it away, and then moving elsewhere. Heartbroken, I stared at all the missing parts of my childhood dreams, wishes, leftover happy times, and even the evidence of things gone wrong.
In a great rush of emotion, I suddenly again felt all those things lost, real or imagined, from days long gone.
I woke up with a start, with that dream vivid in my mind. The thought came to me so clear and strong... "You have only one life... Live it. Don't put off what you dream, because you can never get it back. Be who you are, for your whole life, because that person is who you should be. "