A close friend of mine rediscovered an old dream recently, one that truly inspired me. They stumbled upon a script they had begun in college, tucked away in a forgotten drawer. It was filled with ideas and dialogues for a play they never finished.

They said it felt like meeting a younger version of themselves, one that still believed anything was possible. Witnessing their renewed passion has encouraged me to look at my own shelved dreams.

I always tell them, and I remind myself too, that it’s never too late to revisit a dream. Just pick up where you left off. The only regret you’ll have is never trying.