The saddest thing in life is death. The death of dreams. The death of “The Dream”.
When a dream dies, how do you keep alive? How do you keep your soul alive? How do you go forth? How do you find another dream? How do you find a purpose? How do you find another path?
Where do you go from here? How do you keep yourself alive?
They say, that when a dream dies, you find another one. Just like that. Simplest thing to do. Right?
No. Not right. At all.
All the sacrifices, in the name of “The Dream”, all the struggle, all the energy, all that time, all the things you’ve been put through (and have accepted), for “The Dream”, all was in vain, all for nothing.
After this long journey, you are at the same point where you started. But worse. For now, you are emptier, drained, out of dream and energy. Out of time. Now, instead, all you have is void, a hollow space where once, a dream filled your soul, warming it, filling it with hope, with joy, with drive, with faith.
All gone. All gone now.
Could you have been so delusioned? So blind? Were you really this daydreamer person? This silly, crazy person? How did that happen? You are truly a fool. A mad person. Living in a madhouse.
Falling. You feel yourself falling. Into hollowness. Nothing is consistent any more. Only delusion. All around you. It’s all you see now. And nothing really matters any more.
The walls of faith, of hope have tumbled around you. And your spirit got smashed under those walls.
A ghost, among the ruins of your Dream. Among the ruins of faith, of hope. Those glorious walls that were keeping you safe, protected from reality. Yes, from reality. The reality is the fact that you were living in a Dream. An illusion.
Where do you go from here?…(nowhere)
Perhaps we can rebuild “The Dream”… Perhaps there is still time… (silly creature! Presumptuous tiny ant!)
Maybe the poet is right. Maybe hope is that feathery thing…