What we life for?

A disturbing tragedy “Death of a Salesman” is in a way an example of one of the purposes for our lives. I think it is a dream that Arthur Miller depicted (at least from the perspective of Willy) as a reason to live - a dream for a better life, for fame, for love. It should be admired to have a dream and live for it, strive for it, but as we see, it doesn’t end with a happily ever after. This dream became the tragedy of his life, though even that I could argue, as I think he actually had his dream come true – he felt the love of his son, he was happy in his world. His life ended, though, because, he had no other dream, as is always the case it is better not to have your dream fulfilled at all than to have it fulfilled early. We loose our purpose with the end of our dreams, and it is rather difficult to find another dream to pursue.
As for myself, I cannot clearly say what for I live. I live because I haven’t been given the word in this matter, I live because it is better than not to, but I cannot say that it is only because of that. In a sense I too live because of a dream about the future, but this dream is only connected with the changes of myself, as I am too aware of the downside of the expectations of other people, of life even.
It was difficult for me to watch this movie, as a pretty similar situation I have at home, just not as tense or as far evolved. I am as Biff to my father, who is a lot like Willy. It was heartbreaking for me to watch the same struggle of Biff to try to make his father understand him, just in their case it was already too late. I took action sooner, and maybe that prevented the tragedy from happening, or maybe it is because simply the times are different and truly children grow up faster and more self-aware, and more independent.