What has happened to our dreams?

We all had dreams of what we wanted to be, and who we wanted to be once we all 'grew up'.
I suppose deep down inside we still do, and I suppose a few of us are still chasing those dreams down and wrestling them to the ground, owning them, as rightly we should.
I for one, have let my dreams slide away. How did that happen? I can only assume that in the grind of our daily lives, our families, friends, marriages, divorces, relationships, careers, jobs, and issues... the priority of our dreams was allowed to be put further and further behind us.
I think we all need to dream again. To chase down those dreams and fight for them to the bitter end.... or sweet end, or however it looks.
I recently have re-evaluated who and what, and really, where I am in my lifes journey.... and for all of my victories and defeats, I don't feel any closer to my dream.
I will express one dream of mine. And thats the simplest of them. I just want to own a home for myself out in the country, away from the world, with my dog. Thats one of my dreams. And Im getting there I think. But it's not the dream that stirs my heart inside me, it isnt the one I wake up from in the dead of night and feel like I can tear out of my own restraining skin and just accomplish anything to get me that dream.
I have one or two ideas of what that entails for me, but the question is... what does that mean to you, dear reader? What are your dreams?
And really... I dont want to hear bullshit answers. I dont need to hear any answers whatsoever... the dreams belong to you. Explore them, chase them down, fight for them, do whatever you must to achieve them.
I don't see this as some frivolous pursuit or a crappy feel good note. This is survival... and its survival of the fittest.
I dont want my life ending with nothing but failures and broken dreams, or worse yet, a dream I was too afraid to go after because of the failures.Worse yet, I dont want to be stonewalled by comfortability and complacency, the sweetest of poisons to the spirit and soul...
I'm tired of losing. It's time. Time to win, time to take what belongs to each of us, what was god-given to us from day one... the right to have a dream, and the choice and intelligence to take that dream.

I, for one, plan on taking back my dreams from this world that stole them from me. I am a warrior at heart... and it is time to fight.

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