Not to sound melodramatic, but do you ever worry...

that one day, you'll wake up, look at yourself in the mirror and realize that you are 70 years old and your whole life has passed you by and you spent all of it living someone else's life and trying to make other people happy?
You will look into your heart and it will be full with your countless hopes and dreams that somehow always got shoved into the back of the closet like an ugly paisley print shirt?
Does that thought scare you? 😕