There was a boy by the name of Santiago. He was a shepherd who sold his flock and travel distances in order to follow his dreams. He had not a cent in his pocket, but he had faith. One day he came across a crystal merchant, a devoted muslim whos obligation would be pilgrimage to the holy sites in the city of Mecca. When he was young he worked hard selling crystals and thought that someday he will be rich enough to visit Mecca. When he is finally rich enough to do so, he remains at the crystal shop looking at other pilgrims heading towards Mecca. The boy didn't understand why the merchant no longer want to go to Mecca now.

"Because it's the thought of Mecca that keeps me alive. That's what helps me face these days that are all the same, these mute crystals on the shelves, and lunch and dinner at that same horrible cafe. I'm afraid that if my dreams is realized, I'll have no reason to go on living."

"I just want to dream about Mecca. I've already imagined a thousand times crossing the desert, arriving at the Plaza of the Sacred Stone, the seven times I walk around it before allowing myself to touch it. I've imagined the people who would be at my side, and those in front of me, and the conversations and prayers we would share. But I'm afraid that it would all be a disappointment, so i prefer just to dream about it."

-The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho

The merchant felt that having a dream was more important than fulfilling it, while Santiago was trying to fulfill his. 

I am feeling somewhat like the merchant.