Clinging to dreams

We all live clinging to dreams.

I had once asked my boss about the Pakistani workers in Dubai. They were working for what... 200$ a month? How could they do it? How come all of them did not throw themselves in front of a car and get the blood money so at least their family could live in a comfort which they would never be able to provide themselves? And my boss had told me that there is always the chance of winning the lottery the next day.

I thought that was ridiculous then. But now I realize. I am no different from them. We are all like that. We all cling to dreams and live for those dreams. That is why by the way, the idea of a heaven is very hard for humans. Especially when most of the time, we just want the things we can not get.

For the last couple of years, my dream has been having the perfect man. That's what has been important. The sole dream. Attributing him all the good qualities and watching him get better and better every day. He has been my growing, developing dream.

But I see that this is wrong. It is also wrong to see a child as a dream. I should choose something else. ASAP.