Over a Cup of Dreams, we find (un)happiness!
[It had been a tiring day. From back to back meetings, and running hither-thither talking to customers and advocates, flinching some important insight that could be a great marketing shizz – it was time to unplug and wrap around the wire of the charger and put things into bag and head back home. He got into his cab with a satisfactory smile because the day had gone well, work was up-to-date but he knew there was something that was trying to have a piece of his mind and attention. After having dinner, he played some low volume music to relax his nerves and search for what was searching him.]
Because ideally abundance should be the closest one could feel happy with. But that is clearly not the case. Clearly there is something starkly wrong with what we have done to ourselves then. What you see when you talk to these people is loss of hope that things can’t be changed or reversed, there cannot be a new beginning. So many of them have already given up on their dreams. Dreams!