On my #birthday I am speechless and emotionally shaken by the love of countless people. Another 1 year of age was lost from life. On this very day, I announced my arrival to the world by screaming with death pain in my mother's body. To this day, birthdays have never been celebrated on their own or with their families. And our family did not have such a ceremony. Many people close to me forget this day. Everything I do is lost to me before I finish well. So maybe the struggle is my choice or determined for me. I am still alive, for which I am thankful to God with all my might. From a young age, my dream was to do a lot of social work. But, nothing was done, neither for myself, nor for others. But time is running out of time like a time machine from life. I was born and gone, now it's just a matter of time before I leave. In this transaction time in the middle, there is unequal running competition behind unequal dreams, and the wooden feeling of losing continuously. I will still try. I wish blessings to all to be good and to be good to all.