How does it feel living the life you never dream of.

Few weeks ago, I was reminiscing on the pasts months of this year and this thought came to my mind. I don't dream of this moment, guess this is why I don't derived any excitement sort of.

My childhood wasn't a really smooth one, though I've always wanted to be many things as the year goes by.
At some point I realized dreaming is actually a time wasting thing, why? I felt when there aren't enough factors available to actualise those dreams, it's more like fantasy and it saddens me deeply.
Then I stopped dreaming and resort to just living.
But it dawn on me that whenever I'm around my peers they tend to make every moments count and I barely see it as big deal.
Also, couples of achievements doesn't mean much to me and I really don't look forward to much.

Many times I'm being told how lucky I am or privileged to be in a position or securing an opportunity, yet I could barely wrap my head around it to see from others perspective.
Then I concluded that it's definitely because I don't dream of any moments I've found myself in.

Should I start dreaming again, Or just keep on living?

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