When I was a teenager, I once asked my mother, “If there’s a next life, would you still choose to be human?” Without hesitation, she said, “No. I’d be a bird, one that flies freely.” I didn’t understand the weight of those words then. Years later, I finally began to. It was the quiet voice of a soul worn down by life — a longing to escape, to be unburdened, to rise above the heaviness of being human.
My name is Mark5347. Life is trip. I love traveling everywhere & photography, I come from Taiwan.
