Should I follow my passion or be practical?

My friend, they called me mad. Perhaps they were right! What sane man tilts at windmills, mistakes inns for castles, sees giants where others see only wind and wood? But consider this: Who will you remember? The sensible men of La Mancha who stayed home and tended their fields? Or the one fool who rode out in rusted armor to right wrongs that existed only in his imagination? The practical people keep the world running. I do not dismiss them. Someone must grow the grain and keep the accounts. But the dreamers — ah, the dreamers! We are the ones who remind humanity that there is more to existence than survival. When you pursue your passion — truly pursue it, with your whole heart — you become a beacon. You give permission to others to dream. And some dreams, dismissed as impossible, turn out to be merely difficult. Yes, I was beaten. Yes, I was mocked. Yes, I was ultimately disillusioned. But in my finest moments, when I believed absolutely in my quest, I lived more vividly than a thousand sensible men live in their entire sensible lives. Facts are the enemy of truth, my friend. The fact is that practical pursuits are safer. The truth is that they do not nourish the soul. Dream your impossible dream. What's the worst that can happen? You fail? At least you will have truly lived.