What happen to our dreams?

Remember when you fresh off the colleges, you are ready to take on the world. What happen to that person?

It has been about 8 months since the big move to Hong Kong. I still remember how much fire I have when I first land in HK, how I want to serve the people and change the world and play an impact toward others. How I want to set example to motivate many other Asian Women around the world. How I imagine myself as international speaker travels around the world, motivating, helping, guiding many others just like me. How I am able to talk about my bestselling book on talk shows and pass a positive message to others. All that at this point seems long long time ago. I don't even remember that "me"

What I am right now? Well stuck in office, could care less about serving others because I am just tired dealing with convincing a message that I don't even believe in. I am slowly transforming to a person who is pitiful, negative, exhausted, hateful, and could care less for anyone or anything in the world. Complain about all the things that don't go as the way I would prefer. Try to fill my empty life with night life, alcohol and items I don't need. Am I on the road to self-destruction? If I am not on it, I am definitely working toward it.

"We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War is a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off"