A man without dreams doesn’t dream at all. He just sleeps, faces the dawn, soils his body and when sunset comes, he closes his eyes again.
A man without dreams doesn’t think. Because if he does, there will be a chain of consequences, results, hardships and most of all changes. A man without dreams doesn’t change. And he doesn’t think. Where the fuck are your brain cells?
A man without dreams hurt people. Why? Because he’s selfish. He doesn’t allow people to have chances. To grow. To love. To think. To change. To dream. He doesn’t even know how to give himself a chance to do all things. He just lives.
A man without dreams lives alone. He’s a lonely man.
A man without dreams is a chaos. Because he spreads nothing.
But how does a man without dreams, dream nothing?
Maybe because he doesn’t want to dream at all? Nor he wants to chase any opportunity. Nor he lives with idealism. He just lives. And when fate comes, he simply goes back to dust. And the wind blows him away.
And I hope nobody inhales him.
Or maybe, he doesn’t dream at all because his dreams failed him. And it took his time away.
So maybe he’s not a man without dreams.
He is a man who lost his dreams.
-a very sad thought.