Today marks the 15th anniversary of the political handover of Hong Kong from Britain to China.
Surely much has happened over the past five years, since I wrote about the first decade after the handover. But today so little seems memorable.
Despite all the lousy tumult, I have been relatively calm these days. Not that I'm indifferent to what is going on, but frustration and helplessness seems to have taken over somewhat.
Over the past few years Hong Kong has deteriorated rapidly on various fronts. The local economy has shown little vitality and diversity but an even stronger inclination towards reliance on China. Like it or not, forging closer ties with China is inevitable, but it doesn't mean that we have to put all our bet in it. More importantly, we need to maintain our integrity and composure even when dealing with the largest benefactor. Being rich and powerful does not warrant any superiority. If we truly want to be respected, we have to respect ourselves by upholding our dignity and integrity.
Thinking about the future of Hong Kong, my hometown, has often left me speechless and lost in thoughts these days. When I came across the following scene this evening, it somehow resonates well with what I feel deep inside.