I wanted to be a Hermit
I WANTED TO BE A HERMIT on a mountain for a reason. More than one reason. Many reasons! And I’ve done it. I always end up regretting it when I try not to be a hermit. But then, when I become more of a hermit, a little voice says to me: “You were put in this world for a purpose. Get out there and do it”. So I go back down the mountain. Then when it all becomes too much (which it always does), I go back up. Down then up. Down then up. And so on. Just being alive nearly kills me. The truth is that there is a huge sense in which I am happiest on the mountain. There. I said it…
The Naked Troubadour 