I dream about this every day. About walking away from all of it. The willpower required to just set everything down and walk into the woods knowing I'd never come back. It's intoxicating. I've been going on short trips dvd trying to write about it but just bringing the temptation closer. There's this urban legend in my town of a guy who went nuts and did a similar thing a few years back. Apparently he left behind a notebook with a note asking no one to come after him, and after asking around I think I found his living family. I really want to ask them for the notebook. Would it be at all similar to mine? Or does fully committing somehow offer a different perspective? If he knew he was going to disappear, why leave behind anything at all? I want nothing more than the strength to let go of every shred of attachment and wander off into the woods one last time or at least the reassurance that it can be done
