My life has been relatively easy—not a literal “walk in the park,” but not a struggle in the traditional sense either. Overall, I’ve lived a simple, unremarkable life, with both the good and bad things staying within a manageable range.
I also think about another video I saw, where Arnold Schwarzenegger talks about not being a self-made man. I can’t claim to have reached where I am entirely on my own. I’ve been incredibly fortunate. I’ve faced some challenges but in the end, everything has worked out. Even as I’m trying to figure out how to make more of my life, I recognize that I already have it all.
I had a happy childhood. My dad had a clear vision for what he wanted for my future and did his best to give it to me. I’m lucky that my parents had the means to give me access to a good education when I was growing up and I’m lucky that I’ve never experienced any major trauma or mental health issues.
I’m lucky to have a decent enough brain to figure things out. I’m not a genius, but I’m smart enough.
I’m lucky to have had the support and friendship of many people along the way. One notable example is an American friend I made in Mexico. His family helped me a lot during my first semester in college. They even covered my rent for that semester while I figured things out in a country that was completely new to me.
I’ve been lucky to have a small but amazing group of friends who were there for me during crucial times in our lives. We kept each other out of trouble, learned from one another, and grew close like family. I love and admire those guys.
I’m lucky to have a job that allows me to provide well for my family. I even have some leftover to save, invest, and indulge myself occasionally. Sure, most days feel like I’m teetering on the edge of burnout, which is one of the reasons I’ve embarked on this “five-in-five” quest. But I really can’t complain. It’s tough, it’s a lot of work, but my efforts are well-compensated—at least for now.
I’m lucky to have a good marriage that has evolved. It wasn’t particularly great at the beginning, but it wasn’t bad either. Now, we both feel supported and loved, and our home is a peaceful place. Even when the delicate balance between our different personalities is upset, we’re good at patching things up quickly so the unpleasant feelings don’t last too long. Hell, most days, since I’ve started working so much, she even brings me a tray with food so I can eat at my desk. And when I overwork myself, she usually insists—against my will—on pulling me away from my computer and taking me outside for some fresh air.
I’m lucky to have a healthy child who can be a handful but brings joy to my life and a smile to my face more often than not.
I’m lucky to have a healthy body—no chronic illnesses—though I still need to lose those 30 pounds I always say I’m going to lose.
Even my boring, repetitive days, which usually consist of endless work, begin with a pleasant walk and a beautiful view of the sunrise.
I already have it all. More money won’t necessarily make me happier, but it definitely has its perks. And if I go further in life, it won’t be solely because of my own merits—even if I work my ass off. It’ll also be thanks to luck and the help of good people along the way.