Walking in a dead man's shoes

I had a dream about an old man I somehow knew. I didn’t know him well but had some assumptions about him. He seemed to have had a full life. I was going to help him become more active, do some walking, the next day. The next day though he quietly died. I went to his house, where he lived alone. All I could hear was a whispering sadness. I found his walking shoes next to his bed. They were old, but never worn. I instinctively put them on. They fit perfectly.

Unlived lives, unanswered calls, unrequited love, unwritten songs, unopened letters, undiscovered selves, unfinished stories, unspoken words, unembraced mornings, untaken risks, unawakened belief, undoing what has to be undone.

The riposte: saying yes to the now, being consciously present, living the questions.