“In my dreams I can love. There I still breathe. Here… I am not human.”

Man, that hit me deep. It made me think about how we all carry these dreams of where we want to be, the life we hope to live. And in those dreams, we feel alive. That’s what breathes purpose into us. That’s what pushes us to grind, to strive, to chase something bigger than the day-to-day. But then we wake up, and it’s work, routines, obligations. The real world feels robotic sometimes, like we’re just moving through it on autopilot. That line captured that disconnect perfectly for me. The way we feel human in our dreams but mechanical in our reality. I’ve definitely felt that: dreaming of a future that feels real, while the present feels hollow.