Someone I know recently passed away.
Two years ago she made a decision, having been in a loveless marriage for decades, in a boring town she didn't care for. She was finally going to divorce her cold, unfeeling husband, move to NYC and finally be free!
A week after she made the decision, she came down with the illness that ended up killing her. She never filed for divorce. She never moved to New York. She never got to experience the freedom that she'd waited her entire life for.
If we have dreams (and we all do!), how long are we going to sit on them? We have no idea when our time will come. This woman certainly didn't.