The problem with being blessed from an early age is not fully understanding just how damn good life is. Between the most supportive parents an Asian daughter could could ask for, to a slightly-stressful-and-underpaid-but-tremendously-fulfilling-and-relatively-successful career, to the world’s most incredible significant other… there are only the gaps of silence and obscurity that haunt her. The would’ves of a past flame. The could’ves of a past degree. The should’ves of a position unfulfilled. These lead to moments of unhappiness, prolonged until success rears its shining head from the blinding dominance of material wealth and she’s enamored once more. Enamored by the life she’s worked, and fought so hard to achieve. But even amidst the first-class bicoastal trips and luxurious 27th floor (almost) penthouse, she can’t help but recall what joy and happiness there was in simplicity…

She laughed and told him as she told everyone: It’s a lonely road to the top. He mutely responded: It’s even lonelier when you’re there.

The problem with being blessed from an early age is not fully understanding just how damn good life is. Sometimes, you have to lose it all to realize what you once had.