Inside me lives a pianist who never touched piano. A novelist who never finished novels. A painter who only painted on mind’s canvas.

In physics, potential energy stores awaiting conversion to kinetic. Within us exist countless stored possibilities—never transformed to action.

Sentences beginning “If I had…” carry life’s heaviest weight. If I’d learned guitar, pursued that business idea, proposed to that person.

Cruelest truth: our potential might exceed our achievements. What we could have become remains forever unknown.

Fear, procrastination, circumstances prevent converting potential to kinetic energy. We stay safe, avoid risk, cling to comfort.

Yet unexpressed potential holds beauty—symbolizing infinite possibilities. Until we attempt, failure cannot exist.

Deathbed regrets focus on what we didn’t do, not what we did.

Perhaps time remains to convert some potential energy to kinetic.