When I was four years old, I had a nightmare where I dreamt I lost my thumb. I woke up screaming and crying. I thought I could never play the piano again in my life. But my parents assured me that nothing like that would ever happen to me. At the time I believed that my parents were like gods, knowing everything and have everything in control. Now I understand those false promises are nothing but desperate lies to keep me from worrying about the vastness of the unknown future.