I went into the woods to live deliberately, to suck out the marrow etc, etc.
That’s a lie. I went into the woods to escape. To leave society to the idiots. To get away from it all.
No more politics. No more email. No more binge-watching shows online.
I love it here, for the most part. It isn’t easy, but sometimes it’s downright idyllic. I have a good life. I live in a cabin by myself. I have a garden. I hunt and fish when I need to. Most of my time is spent making sure my shelter is intact, I have food, and I’m staying generally healthy and safe from predators and the weather.
I could stay here forever.
Still, I know it’s time to return. To join the world and whatever conversation it’s having, no matter how frustrating the chatter can be. All the lies, the damn lies, and worse, the half truths. It drives me crazy. I wouldn’t say I miss being part of society, but staying here would be selfish.
A man isolated from society does nothing except for himself. He leaves nothing behind but a corpse. He might as well be invisible.