We might shout out loud, anywhere we want,we show others our happiness, to be seen by others and to let others know that we are the king of this world, far from sadness, only we who have the very fancy and sophisticated life. Then we comeback to bedtime, with painful tears down from our eyes, burdens over our shoulders, bloody and wounded soul, we grumble about our life, we speak that God is not fair in our every speech, envy for others in every single piece even their shit, people to whom we usually show our fake happiness off in their very eyes.

We usually forget to thank and become more and more demanding above everything. We forgot already, what’s so called principal, norms, thankfulness, and we forgot where we come from. A poor and orphan child who was born in this beautiful yet miserable world, who should speak to God not to people-the same poor yet orphan soul. Yes, we should, all we do.