Life could be an everlasting dream from the moment we are born to the moment we finally die

Reality, it seems to be an irrelevant truth to a dreamer of untruths, who weaves threads of truth into a carpet of lies. A dreamer dares to live what others call useless, he utilises that which others find no utility for, he prizes what others have garbaged. they call dreamers various names, some call him useless, some call him an escapist, some call him crazy and some simply go unnoticed, so much so that people are hardly aware he exists. Truth be told there is very little place in this world for dreamers. Its an utilitarian world, you are worth just as much as you can contribute. Yet in this utilitarian world there live on dreamers who dream of Utopia, building an Utopia selflessly and living on in it happily. But that moment of "happily everafter" that every child looks forward to with starry eyes somehow never happen and gets lost in the way. Some people are realists, while some others are dreamers or idealists as some people might want to call them, the people in the first category live safely, the people in the second live in extremes. In a realists' world its all about the calculations that decide how the individual will react, but in a dreamer's world its all about the dreams and the instincts that decide his moves. Nature chooses those that will Survive not those that will Live. A realist strives to survive while a Dreamer Lives every moment he can even if its his dreams. Reality crashes into the dreamer's world and floods it with poverty, failures and hopelessness, yet the dreamer dreams to death.
Yet on the other side of the coin, the world carries on. They spit at the dreamer calling him insane, when he calls out to them and says that they are doomed and runs away, they call him a coward, then reality calls and he is hungry. He dreams of the celestial dinner when all that's on his platter is some soup of black beans. He smiles and dreams on about everything that once belonged to him but is now gone. He is a dreamer who was shown the door at every job because he was a little below mediocre, he was shown the way out of his father's mansion for his intimacies with his best man the night before his wedding. He was the dreamer who fed his story to the dog that slept at his doorstep. He is the dreamer who once disillusioned by reality began to believe in dreams with unnerving faith. Realists disbelieve dreams beacuse dreams come in way of what is to be achieved and what they Want to achieve. Dreamers believe in disbelief because that is the key to the new belief. They prove every disbelief wrong.
Unfortunately in a realists' world we are all running after what we think is right for us not what we really want. The few dreamers are paid some scorn, some sniggers, yet they dare to dream on! Dreamers, changemakers, and happy humans i raise a toast to you!