It’s quite astonishing when there are people out there, dying, and yet their dreams are left in the memories of someone they knew, dead and unfulfilled. Whereas us, living beings slaved to an excuse called work. Everyday, dreams get crushed. Why? Unfeasible, they said. But what happens after that? You work towards it again. Even when you’re down and out, or back to square one, it’s something that you can hold on to. Dreams bring hope. That hope that when all fails, it’s something that you could towards to. It’s the backup plan when you screwed everything up. Dreams bring joy and accomplishment as well. It’s something that you love (doing).
What is your dream?