Jinsheng Huang

The crisp morning air greeted me as I stepped out onto the balcony, a routine I've grown accustomed to over the years. At 65, I found solace in these quiet moments before the bustling city of Taipei, Taiwan, fully awakened. It's funny how life unfolds, isn't it? From humble beginnings to helming one of the most influential semiconductor chip factories in Taiwan, my journey has been nothing short of extraordinary.

The early days were filled with relentless ambition and tireless work. We were pioneers, carving a path in an industry that would soon revolutionize the world. The growth was exponential, our dreams materializing into a reality beyond our wildest imaginations. Yet, amid the professional triumphs, I couldn't help but feel the sting of sacrifice in my personal life.

Family, once the cornerstone of my world, now felt like distant stars in a vast galaxy. My dedication to the company left little room for nurturing relationships. As my children grew, so did the chasm between us. I tried to bridge it with material comforts, showering them with lavish gifts in a feeble attempt to compensate for my absence. But money, it seemed, couldn't fill the void left by my absence.

Instead of finding purpose in their inheritance, my children squandered it on fleeting indulgences, their lives marred by scandals and excess. With each headline, I couldn't help but wonder if this was the price of my success. Was it worth sacrificing the very essence of family for professional acclaim?

As the sun rose higher in the sky, casting a golden hue over the city, I pondered these questions once more. Despite the accolades and wealth, a sense of emptiness lingered within me. Perhaps, in the pursuit of greatness, I had lost sight of what truly mattered. And as I watched the world awaken beneath me, I couldn't help but yearn for the warmth of genuine connection, the kind that no amount of success could ever replace.