Why is it that we dream?

I don't know why it is that we dream.

Many years ago, I knew what I wanted to accomplish and get to in life.

Now that I'm there, what more is there to dream of?

With my current mindset, I don't dream of any grandeur...  Nothing that I want to become, nothing that I want to do that I haven't done yet.

I suppose, the only thing I dream of is going off to war...

If I die, then so be it, but if I don't die, then at least I'll have more reason as to why  I feel and act the way that I do.

I'm tired of feeling down and hopeless.

Half of my garage is filled with various tools & materials to build things, but I just cannot get myself up to doing anything with any of it.

Much like all the music instruments that I own & play.  I don't want to make music.

I can hear music & see how different tunes can be played and arranged for some really neat productions... I just cannot do it right now.

I don't think I've ever felt as low in my life as I do this week...

Each day, I pray will be brighter & better than the last.

Where is God these days?