People often say, “Life is precious. Value and enjoy the present.” But I often wonder if this precious life and precious existence are really meant for us, the peoples of Myanmar. In reality, I am no stranger to death. My father passed away when I was ten years old. My father, a healthy and energetic middle-aged man, lost his life in a motorcycle accident. Thus my father, who was cheerful in the morning, was just a lifeless body by evening. So I realised from the young age of ten that death can come at any time. Having accepted that life brings both suffering and happiness in turns, I have gone through the sorrows and hardships commonly experienced by an average middle-class person.
But lately, especially after the coup, I have become afraid even of fleeting moments of happiness. I've begun to doubt if happiness is really for us. My trauma has been gradually deepening. Every day, I hear and witness the deaths and destruction of many people, injuries and the unjust arrests of people of all ages. We wake up with fear. We live with fear. We struggle through our daily lives with fear. But we have not given up. We persevere with the thought, "We only have each other."
In reality, most Myanmar citizens feel inferior no matter where they go. We never knew what human rights are nor did we ever fully receive them. We grew up under fear and oppression. Myanmar is poor in every way and, despite knowing its inferiority, I have never felt regret for being born and raised in Myanmar throughout my life. I only wished to stay in this country and contribute as much as I could. But lately, I often think, "Are we so unlucky to be born in this country?" It's not without reason that I think this way. | 
