Philosophers always say never to let hope die; because if hope dies then so does the essence of life. Hope and dreams are sort of synonymous. We hope and we dream for these two things bring charm to life. Hope gives us the promise of better things to come whereas dreams provide us with numerous opportunities to want the unexpected and experience stuff that is wild.
We hope and we dream for they take us away from reality; they provide us moments of joy and sheer happiness and bliss; they detach us from the harsh and bitter realities of the real world. Hopes and dreams distance us from ourselves and allow us to explore horizons far beyond our reach in real life.
But what if we hope too much and dream too wild that when we finally get back to reality, the fall is long and hard and it hurts terribly? What if we, in order to get our 15 minutes of happiness, get so lost and confused that reality starts to seem like a nightmare? Then the whole point of hoping and dreaming disappears. When dreams are crushed mercilessly, the pull and attraction of dreams vanishes, to be replaced by harsh reality that stings very bad and spreads venom through your body, mind and soul.
The whole point of life, in my opinion, is standing up to challenges and dealing with them head on. But at times the bitterness of realities test the fragile hearts and feeble minds to the limit. It stretches the tender strings of hopes and dreams to the point where they are beyond repair and damaged for good.