Had to get away. Just needed to leave. Could not take it anymore. The pressure. The worrying. And I thought, what's holding me back. Nothing really. I hate my wife. My job's a bore. My parents are dead. No one would miss me. With these words of truth Carl hurdled out of his pickup onto the highway. He started to walk with traffic. Everything was a blur. The cars, the noise, his thoughts. Where should …showed first 75 words of 453 total…

…showed last 75 words of 453 total…angelic flower, a misty waterfall. I leaped gently into the soft blue water. My old life washing away in the gentle current. I hiked the next 3 days and returned to the village early one morning. I took a job as a fisherman. My only expense was food. Every week I would trek into the woods. There was no more pressure. There was no more anxiety. I did what I desired. This was my new life.