“like ghosts in a fishbowl”

As I run through city-bright streets, I realize I’m chasing something with which I’m entirely unfamiliar (and so it is with dreams when, conscious of your unconsciousness, you realize you don’t know how you came to be where you are).

Aspirations are apparitions of potentiality (and realization is fleeting).

: Striving so hard after something, a context, in which you have not existed before but believe whole-heartedly (or not) that it will be better than now.

(Or believe, anyway, that it is something different than now, something toward which you can move, if only to keep you moving.)

Often I find that my goals, however articulate, are not my dreams:

I dream bigger than the context I hope to realize.

What if, though, we find ourselves with goals met?

Aspirations achieved?

Dreams realized?

I suspect we'd be dead or dying.