Most of us go to school, live, and quietly grow up in the place where we were born. We know all too well that this place, which gave us life and raised us, brings us not only life and age but endless hardships and twists of fate. It is both our hometown and our cage. Our lives are nourished by this land, yet confined by it as well. So, once we grow up, we want to escape the place that gave us life and raised us, and break free from the people who did the same. We are like stubborn dandelions: when the time is right, we leave without hesitation, carried away by the wind. Yet sometimes we are like geese flying south. We once left our hometown without a second thought, only to travel thousands of miles back the following spring. Life is sometimes like that. We spend our whole lives and all our strength trying to escape the very things we can never let go of, the ties and concerns that stay with us for a lifetime.
