I really wanted to get to US! Thanks to my efforts, my dreams and my family - it came true. I went to college in the states. And suddenly I realized that I was somehow unhappy again. Here! My dream and I'm in New York!

Why is it that when you achieve a dream, happiness blows away like a balloon? This question interested me even more than college studies. So much!!! That at the end of my journey I gave up everything and rushed to Tibet to seek the truth of life..

And then I realized that there is no point in dreaming if you don't learn to be happy even without getting a dream of your life.. Wow! Yes?!

Have you ever felt something like that? Do you remember when your first dream came true? What was that?! I am very interested to know how it was with you!

Sincerely, Anna