To be honest, I never

To be honest, I never thought I'd live to the age of 53. Oh, to be more precise, I didn't think about "how long will I live?" I always live with the thought that something unexpected could suddenly kill me.

I was calm when I was diagnosed with a chronic disease that I am currently living with at age 39. However, at the time, I was thinking, "I want to live until I'm 60, will it be possible?" Because I thought the children would be a little older than me, and I don't think they'll have any regrets if they do well with the people they live with until then. Another thought I had was, "If you're just going to live, you won't be able to live until then, so wake up and do what's good."

53 isn't a particular age, but I'm at a loss because my Facebook friends congratulated me on such a happy birthday. I was thinking about sending a personal message to each of the people who sent me a congratulatory message, and I thought it could be long for some, short for others, so I simply thanked most of them. I wanted to share my personal stories and comment on them individually, but I'll just leave them at my daily Facebook activities.

I have seven years left of my goal. I will try to achieve what I have to do and what I wanted to do in those years to the extent that I am satisfied. I already live my current life as a bonus, but after that time it will be a bonus, so I may live harder. I don't know how many people will remain with me when that time comes, but I hope we can remember today and have another pleasant talk, saying, "I did it seven years ago, I did it six years ago."