Dreams ≠ Goals

I dream of becoming the richest person on the planet. I may or may not have a vague notion about the method or exactly what I'm supposed to do every step of the way because surely there's no formula to it.

If there indeed was, everyone would have done it, and it would have lost its charm.

Now, while facing this mental dilemma about the 'right steps' along the way, I'm indirectly thinking about the goals, or a sort of marker to define the path that I've taken so far and possibly the future course of action.

They can act like a guide or a sense of achievement.

Considering the fact that, when looking back, I can breathe a sigh of relief that even if I'm not able to achieve whatever I thought of achieving, but with the help of marked goals, I have a sense of direction.

Now, the mental Mario described above is not new nor extraordinary; we do it all the time, at least in our professional lives.

Now, the reason one is able to set goals towards achieving a dream is because of the sense of detachment, the power to judge and analyze things as they are, even with their flaws.

The scope to improve because the doer and the doing become separated, at least temporarily.

Not that it doesn't bring any anxiety, but the detachment makes one see the things or issues in full with all their merits and demerits that increase the chance to improve, provided the necessary courage one could gather to act on his/her instincts.