I mean… how can anyone really be sure they’re not a bird? What if you think you’re not a bird but you’re actually a bird? Do I even know who I am? Is anyone really truly not a bird? What if we’re all just birds and we don’t know it? What if my life is a lie? If I don’t know who I am can I ever truly call myself not a bird? Or do I even not want to be a bird? Do I really want to be human?Wouldn’t the innocence and naivety of being a bird, living in my own world, just eating seeds and flying through the clouds, being able to forget about all the terrible things going on in the world, be better than being human? If you think about it, birds don’t cause wars or poverty, humans do. Humans are the source of all negativity. Birds are just peaceful. Are birds ultimately better than humans? In the grand scheme of things, does any of this matter at all, wether Im bird or human, will it actually have an impact on anything? Or is existence meaningless. If I turned into a bird the world would keep on turning. It wouldn’t matter. Do I matter? If I just disappeared, would anyone care?