Then... Tireness.

Like an air-leaking balloon. I am abused, and no one will appreciate.

Seems it is not about how much do I need, but about how much do I worth. I knew that, to do something I like, I have to sacrifice, but not in this way.

Like a soldier going to a war, he thinks he is doing all good for his country, finally, the war is closed to the end and people do not appreciate him...

I still remember not to complain. It is just a signal, an implication of God telling me to move on. Maybe that's good, I have no reason to dwell in here any longer. To transform, to experience and to absorb, to get closer to my ultimate dream and to taste the good side and the bad side of this world.

:) Eric, people like to see your smiling face, keep it up, you are trying your best already.