A steady seller that has lasted for 10 years
The Recover Edition of "Another Way" is published.

Earth Age wandering poet Park No-hae's first photo essay, "Another Way," has returned in a revised edition to celebrate its 10th anniversary.
A comprehensive bestseller immediately after its publication, this book has provided courage and encouragement to those seeking their own path over the past decade.
A book filled with the writings of Lee Hyo-ri, Hwang Jung-min, and Yoon Do-hyun, who recited them as “sentences of my heart,” and called “the map of the stars” by readers who are looking for their way.
When it was published in 2014, a photo exhibition of the same name was held at the Sejong Center for the Performing Arts featuring the works in 『Another Way』, which became a huge hit, attracting over 35,000 visitors over 27 days, creating a buzz and moving the audience.


This cover, born to be more 'simple, solid, and elegant', shines with a clear and deep light green color, and the icons of various people in the photos of 'Another Way' come together to create a world.
When we open this beautiful book, poet Park No-hae's preface first guides us with profound thoughts and warm encouragement.
“In quiet times, I listen to the voice deep within my heart.
When things aren't okay the way they are now, when it becomes clear that this isn't the right path, then another path comes to me.
“Only to those who set out to find the path will the path come toward them.”

Indonesia, the country with the most volcanoes in the world, is a rich 'land of fire'.
“We live as a gift from the volcano, so I too must become someone’s gift.” The farmer in that high and deep place, with his bent back and labor, silently supports this collapsing world, and with his back as a stepping stone of light, he helps humanity ascend.

---p.25 From "The Gift of the Volcano"

The farmer who plants seeds lives in waiting.
Waiting is the belief that a seed has been planted in the ground, that something has begun now, that something is growing day by day in the dark earth.
Do I have a truly earnest expectation?
There is no future for us.
There is only hope.

---p.35 From “With Faith in the Earth”

People who have the ability to buy with money, but at least have the ability to do it themselves.
Creativity is making the richest life out of the simplest things, and the best art of living is always making good out of bad.

---p.55 From “Anjo, the Traditional Way of Fishing”

A farmer father is playing with his son after harvesting.
“I made this chair on the day my child first spoke, I made this wooden horse on the day my child first took his steps, and today I will carve bamboo to make a birdcage.” What the father gave to his child was the ‘gift of time.’
Love is giving me my time.

---p.67 From "Dad's 'Time Gift'"

A small village nestled in the dazzling snow-capped mountains.
A couple who grow apples in a mud house they built themselves said, “You can’t choose the country or parents you are born into.
As a human, I gladly accept the 'impossible' and do my best in the 'possible' within that.” He lights a fire in the brazier, offers warm tea and a smile, and gives me a bundle of red apples, telling me to hold a snow-capped peak in my heart.

---p.89 From “The Village Where Clouds Dwell”

The most enjoyable time of the day is when the tea is boiling.
Families gather around the red-hot brazier, and conversations bloom along with the scent of chai.
As the vessel of greed becomes smaller, the enjoyment of life increases, and our life is 'sufficient enough'.

---p.99 From "The Time When Chai Boils"

The Gaoshan grandmothers are masters of indigenous skills such as farming, weaving, architecture, cooking, healing, and religious beliefs, and are the bearers of the history and stories of this land.
When a grandmother in a native village dies, it is like losing a library of human wisdom.

---p.169 From “Grandma’s Cotton Spinning”

The backs of the Inle people returning home after a long day of work shine with joy, and the ripples on the water follow suit with round smiles.
“What you do today is as important as what you do with your heart.
“Everything will disappear like a wave, but love will remain and flow through my heart.”
---p.229 From "A Peaceful Way Home"

“Dire dire zale lemane.” My heart, walk slowly, slowly.
Please don't rush and don't be lazy.
Everything will come true when the time is right.

---p.247 From "Dire Dire Jale Manne"

The first day of the temporary lifting of martial law by the Indian Army.
Kashmir was still shivering, and I met a man tending an apple tree in the perennial snow-covered wind that was as cold as the flash of a bayonet.
For 30 years he has been planting trees in the empty wasteland, and it is said that a thousand of them have survived.
“Half of the trees did not sprout, and half of them dried up and died, and only a few of them miraculously grew.
I feel sorry for the trees planted on the barren slopes, and I feel sorry for the children who will live in this harsh land…
But if the trees take root, flowers will bloom and fruit will be borne in this frozen land, and good days will come to Kashmir too.” We are not doing great things, but doing small things with great love.
Small but steady push to the end.
That is the greatest way of life I know.

---p.295 From “The Man Who Planted a Thousand Trees”

In the highest cabin on the Everlasting Snow Mountain, my mother sings a song while cooking dinner.
“Daughter, love is like fire.
A fiery love that burns high.
So put your love in a low place.
Son, they say love is like a river.
Love like a river flowing down.
So, put your tears in a noble place.
“Like the white snow of the Himalayas, never lose the light and love in your heart.”
---p.301 From “Love is Fire”

A twenty-year-old mother who was milking a yak enters the tent to breastfeed her child.
“I am a tent-taker on this earth.
I hope to bloom and fall without leaving anything behind like the flowers in this meadow.
In the place where I left, new grass will sprout, a new sun will shine, and children will be born.”
---p.313 From "Blooming and Falling Without Leaving Anything Behind"

Dawn is the mystery of life.
The cycle of the universe is such that the sun rises and sets once every day, and we are given only one new day of life.
Life on this earth is fleeting, and no one knows the future.
So, life is a day-to-day life, so burn every single day of your life and live fully here and now.

---p.347 From "New Every Day"