There comes a morning of the year when we say: "Today. Yes, today is my birthday!" There are and I have met people who desperately want, on their birthday, to stop time and forget the number of years that have already passed in the diary of life. I can't and will never understand this generalized, obsessive and torturous tendency to cry, to whine about old age: "Wow! I've aged another year!" And so?! We all suffer from this. It is natural, natural and irreversible. Every age has its beauties! There is another current that accompanies the topic: It's my birthday! The one...