types of dreams

too often, in the course of our lives, we witness the slow death of our dreams and the agonizing drone of reality. my dreams are wild and various, but the pains of reality remain much the same.

there's the kind of dream where i spend the rest of my life on a beach, and there's the kind i'm able to do something that's actually something.

as time goes by, we seem to only remember the first type of dreams.

far as the idealistic kind of dreams might be removed from reality, once in a while, something comes up to remind me that the pursuit, regardless of the outcome, is still worthwhile.