I was born in a middle-class family, we were neither rich nor poor. We've always have enough. I have been growing up by having loving parents, grandparents, siblings, cousins and friends all around me. Later in life when I am so-called a grown up, I have in hand a countless numbers of partners and mentors. I didn't know it was not the thing that everyone could be so lucky to have. I am very lucky and blessed in that sense, however, I also know that success doesn't just grow from the tree, it requires continuous effort and persistence and lots of sacrifices which lie in my untold stories.
I often find myself living in contradictions. Yes I want to make a different in life and I keep surprising myself every day now and then, for all the new things that I am able to come up with, knowing that the only way that I should live myself is to move forward. Another part of me keeps saying to myself that I should really live a quiet life because all the noise won't bring us happiness.
I also learned that whenever I am by myself, I tend to be a more responsible adult when it comes to having to set my own rules to keep the house clean and to be a super organized person when I can. I can't do that when I am with my parents because whenever I am with them, I feel like I am Olaf and I have no skull or no bones.
One friend of mine gave me this book as a gift once we went to a bookstore together, by the time I was 22 years old and a few months. I did not believe in this book - like many other cases I often read on the newspapers as I think the authors simply select [...]