My One True Hero

From August of 2004 up to March 2007 was one hell of a ride for me. I left the corporate world, thinking I can find myself outside the confines of the corporate industry. I sort of did and now I'm loving every minute of my life. Not that I always have good days there are days that I wished I was back as an employee in the corporate world because of "financial stability". I get some money because I'm employed under our family corp. My mom thinks I was more disciplined when I was working outside the family business. Yes that is true, but I wouldn't have the nearest chance of going back to school if I were employed all over again.

There is a saying that money is the end in all. There are times when I have to agree with this, there are also times when I don't. Realistically, I wish I just had the time and leasure not to think about money but then again we live in the real world and I have bills to pay and other ideas to achieve that entail money. I honestly hate money. But I know I can't live without it. Life would have been simpler if we all lived in the age of Fred Flinstone and Barney Rubble. Simple yet thriving, and sort of low-key. Then again I guess we wouldn't have evolved to this day and age. Because if you don't innovate, you die. You're stagnant- I hate that feeling. Hence, my adventure of living out my new life journey begins.

I have found myself. Now to live an interesting life and meet interesting people, and do interesting things to see how far I can go. Who said I have to be frustrated with my current financial state?! It's not like I have a major financial problem that I have to beg in the streets. This is where I admire my father so much. He was born with nothing and worked hard to give me and my siblings the lifestyle that we have now. We had the chance to go to the best schools, travel around the world. It wasn't an easy journey for my Dad but hell, he's living proof that if you work hard and have faith in God- you can achieve and become who and what you want to be. The next challenge for me is, how do I define my own life since I was born to this blessed lifestyle. I'm not complaining, but you have to think beyond as well. Sooner or later, I will have to think of ME. I know I'm not old enough, nor am I young, I'm in the middle moving forward to facing the reality of responsibility and LIFE in general. My father's story will always be in my heart. I will forever admire his efforts and his passion for giving us the best. At the end of it all- the best "thing" in life is free...it's LOVE that would fuel you to succeed and believe in yourself.