though i was born on the unluckiest number and day of the unluckiest month in the unluckiest of lunar years i am still here.
i have lost homes and businesses, investments and money in the hundreds of thousands, i am still here.
i lost tens of friends thru idle words, aids, accidents and disaster, but i am still here.
my father died and my mother gets older, but i am still here.
my regrets are few, because i am still here.
but then im only fortythree
why are you here?