“What are you dreams? You know, your hopes?”
She looks at me expectantly.
I don’t have an answer. I never have. Go to school, get good grades, get a good job, live in relative comfort.
Right?

I mean, that’s the best anyone can hope for…

But I’ve come to realize that having a dream means a reason to live. It’s a future target that will realize your full potential, and in the process, makes you happy.

There’s not much out there that will otherwise make you happy. Creature comforts like a hot cup of coffee with a good book on a sunny day make you content. They don’t make you happy.

I look back at her.

“Well…”