A man without dream

Currently I’m reading many books of Paulo Coelho. They are great books written by a great author. Each book always gives me inspiration to reflect many things happened in my life.
Most of these books suggest us to live following our own dream, to live as today is our last day on earth, to really enjoy every moment every day, that today is not the same like yesterday and tomorrow.

I’m now trying to do that. To live every single day, and enjoy every little thing happened to me each day. Enjoying the conversation with the people I love while I still can.. Watching the sky with its dark clouds.. Watching a little girl sitting next to me on the train singing her favourite song.. Looking around at people in the train station.. and looking at the face of the man I love from a distance, like I’ll never see them again.

This way of life helps me to live my life, from day to day, especially during difficult times. But when I’m asked to live following my dream, I still don’t know how to do that.
Because now I’m like a man without dream. I once had dreams, dreams that I thought were mine. But they’re not. They belongs to the people around me, my family and the person I love. When they’re gone, those dreams are also gone.

Then, if I don’t even know my own dream, so how can I live my life following my dream?
Should I look for it? But how? And where?