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In my younger years, I often chose not to participate in family events, even skipping a family vacation to New York and Boston. I don't regret these decisions because dwelling on them won't alter the past. I had my reasons for declining numerous invitations to be with my family, opting instead to spend time with friends or enjoy solitude. Perhaps, in the long run, these choices served me well.

As I've aged, family has grown to be the most crucial part of my life, particularly the time spent with my nephews and niece. I am steadfast in my commitment not to be the uncle they don't know or feel hesitant to approach. The idea of a future of not having children one day instills a profound fear in me. Still, if that is my fate, my nephews and nieces will be the closest thing I have to my own kids. This isn't to dismiss the idea of having children, as building a family is a genuine aspiration for my future. However, my pessimistic outlook on the entire process of finding the right person and making the monumental decision of choosing the mother of my children presents a considerable challenge for me.

I firmly believe that finding the right person is an active pursuit; love doesn't simply happen. We often want to believe that the right person will serendipitously enter our lives if we follow the right steps. In an idealistic world, a beautiful girl might appear, professing her love, or a handsome young guy might sweep you off your feet just by minding your own business. While that may be the case in romance movies or novels, my pessimistic attitude towards love suggests otherwise. However, I can debate with myself, considering that movies and books have depicted deep and intense love, leading me to ponder whether it might all be true.