Sometimes dreams are all that sustain us.
When I was young I dreamed of being in the army. Then I joined the school cadet force and was put off the idea. After that I had no dreams and ended up working in a bank.
Well, that's not strictly true, as I dreamed of being happily married. Good job, good house, kids, pleasant life.
Part of the reason for that dream was that my life as a teen was miserable: miserable with a capital MIS.
I wonder how many dreams are born out of misery and adversity?
What are, or were, your dreams?