I was dreaming again today. In my dream everything was so horribly dry, even people's hearts. People looked at one another as burdens or as a means to some trivial end. People sacrificed others before they would sacrifice themselves. There were wars fought and children lost, and through it all I could not help but wonder what kept them going? What made them all get up every single day? I don't have the answer to this question, and I don't think that the answer is so simple as to be able to be put into words, but I do know that when I see the rise of a new day or the life and light in a child's eyes that I know that I have the answer some where within myself. When I woke up from my dream I was deeply saddened upon the realization that just because something is a dream doesn't mean its not real. And I wondered again, without a tangible answer, what drove people to get up everyday? Its so easy to loose sight if yourself when looking at the big picture. "Why are we here?" is surely a much more difficult question to answer than "Why am I here?", but just as surely it is less important to know. I know why I am here, and for me that's what really matters. So I'll walk my own path with my head held high and live for what's important to me: for love and for peace.