I find it interesting why we like to chase dreams, never quite sure if we’re in it for the product or for the means. We try so hard and we fight for so long, we justify and never believe that we were wrong. So when we’ve arrived, and toiled, and sacrificed , what would you know — we discover there’s somewhere else we would prefer to go. It’s not because the dreams were wrong or because we sang a poor song. It’s not because we rode the wrong stride or because life caught up from behind.