I had another interesting discussion tonight because of that question.

But if I had to choose one world for the rest of my life, that would be the poorer side of my family. In hindsight, all the hardships I endured shaped me as a person and I have the necessity skills to survive as a person. Most importantly, I still retain the freedom.

As I was integrating to the other side of the family, I notice how I started to loose the sense of gratitude and other good things I have developed over the years.

But I just never really realized how fragile our foundation really was. It took me years to build a sense of stability only for everything to crumble slowly. That was the part that shook me the most.

And to find consolation, somewhere along the way, I found myself leaning toward the other side of my family, they were luring me with all sorts of things that my other family could never provide. But later realized that everything came with strings attached. Had it come from the other side of my family, there would have been no hidden cost, no interest to pay for kindness provided, just as a family should.

And honestly, even returning to them became something I deeply regret now.