Perhaps this is what we need. A dream, a hope for the future, something to aspire to, and perhaps we need to keep replacing this dream with something a little bigger, because when we manage to fulfill the dream, we usually find out that it's not what we wanted in the first place. Or if it is, it doesn't feel the way we always thought it should.

The smithereens the once-ambitious dreams have become, should indeed, be replaced by greater aspirations. We shouldn't consciously allow them to dissipate into nothingness. What's a life without ambition anyway?