My father and I used to fight a lot during high school, and up through the first year of college. Then, one night I had a dream where we had a huge disagreement with him, and it felt like we were never going to speak to each other again. The next day I called him at work and told him I loved him very much and that I didn’t want us to waste any more of our time in this life fighting over trivial arguments. Since then, we’ve spent more time creating memories than destroying them.