As I celebrated my birthday on the 3rd of September, I found myself pausing and looking back at the rich tapestry of my life. Turning 38 isn't just about growing a year older. It's a culmination of years of experiences, growth, and a testament to my resilience. I gaze back, not in longing or regret, but with pride, gratitude, and a sprinkle of astonishment. How did I get here?
I never imagined at 38, I'd be surrounded by the ceaseless laughter and tender warmth of my beautiful children. These radiant souls who have not only given my life a new purpose but have also constantly reminded me of the beauty and wonder that everyday life brings. They look up to me, their eyes filled with wonder, and I'm reminded daily of the immense responsibility and joy of fatherhood.
Juggling work and studies is no mean feat. But, it's a path I've chosen, and I walk it with determination. Back in school and embracing education anew, I’m rekindling a commitment to lifelong learning. Every lecture attended and assignment submitted isn’t just a task, but a statement. A statement that shouts, 'It's never too late!'
While professional success has been rewarding - owning a company, having a well-paying job - it's the connection with others that stands out the most. My journey as a social worker and life coach isn't just about guiding others; it's a fulfilling voyage of mutual growth. Every life story shared, every tear shed in my presence, every breakthrough moment, adds depth to my own understanding of humanity.
Writing, for me, isn't just a passion; it’s a lifeline. Through words, I’ve traversed borders, broken barriers, and formed bonds. Whether it's an email from the busy streets of Asia or heartfelt words from the vastness of the Middle East, these connections emphasize our shared human experience. The support, encouragement, and love that flows from every corner of the world is overwhelming.
But none of this would be complete without my friends and family. The thought brings a smile to my face, for they are the unsung heroes of my story. Many have been there for over two decades, standing by me, believing in me, even when I failed to believe in myself. They've been my pillars, my anchors.
At 38, I can proudly say, "I am happy." And it’s not just a fleeting emotion; it's a profound realization. I am loved, and I recognize and cherish that love. As I stand at this juncture, peering into the future, I’m filled with a sense of exhilaration. If 38 has been this incredible, I can only imagine what 39 has in store for me.
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