Throughout the long journey of life, we are always chasing that powerful desire hidden deep within us. This goal is like the brightest star in the night sky, drawing us ever onward, undeterred even when the road is rough and steep.
Yet as time passes, I begin to wonder: what does true success really mean? The question hangs over me like a fog, leaving me lost and confused.
I have sacrificed so much on the road to success. Friends and family who once stayed by my side have gradually drifted away as work kept me busy. The hobbies I once loved have been set aside. Even my health has been steadily worn down by the daily grind. Looking back, it seems I have lost so many precious things along the way.
Then, one day, when I finally reach the so-called summit of "success," I suddenly realize that I have long since lost my way. I try desperately to find the real me I once was, that energetic young person full of dreams. But no matter how hard I search, I feel as if I'm lost in an endless desert, unable to find a way out.
At this moment, I'm like a kite with a broken string, drifting through the sky on the wind, with no idea where to go...
