Moving forward

 Everyones moving forward, living their lives fulfilling their dreams and then there's me, the spectator.

I had dreams, beautiful ones i used to dream of achieving them though they weren't extraordinary but they were mine, belonged to me made me happy, gave meaning to my life. And now everythings gone, im this empty vessel with no dreams and no tomorrow. And when i see people moving on with life, taking new steps towards their successful future but couldnt help but feel jealous. Make me question my reason for living, my sole purpose for existence.