This must be one of the hardest blog I've had to write ... I lost count of the number of times I've had to scrap and redraft the whole thing all over again ...
I'm turning the decade today. I'm turning 30.
Moz cried out loud 30 years ago in KL, the first child to proud parents. Daddy Moz calmed his nerves by looking out the window at the Merdeka procession. Mummy Moz had to endure a caesarian. I didn't make it easy, my entry to this world.
Today I count my blessings, ask for forgiveness from my parents for the times I've hurt and inconvenienced them, say thanks to all the people who've helped me in major and minor ways, and look forward with brimming optimism to my next year, my next 5 years, my next 10 years and beyond.
My difficult childhood, which in part is due to my family's background and in part due to bad timing, had turned out to be a blessing. It had taught me that adversity is not a permanent condition, and whatever doesn't break you would just make you stronger.
My parents don't speak English, but would you believe it if I told you my mom taught me English? My dad was a chain smoker and an alcoholic, but would you believe it if I told you I don't smoke, and I'm while I can carry my drink, I prefer an orange juice? To my great parents, I would always conduct myself in a way that is worthy of your love and care for me. Your warmth and sacrifices is not wasted on me ... =)
As far as I'm concerned, at 30, I've lived as full a life as I could to this point.
- I still have the privilege of having the company of my elderly parents.
- I have a great job that pays decently.
- I have the chance to travel and experience the world while I work.
- I am on the way to achieving financial independence.
- I have friends who are real friends, people who will stand up for my come hell or high water.