I Think It Is Impossible For Human

Now More Than Ever Do I Realize That I Will Never Be Content With A Sedentary Life, That I Will Always Be Haunted By Thoughts Of A Sun-drenched Elsewhere.

I Am Not Afraid Of Death, But Would Not Want To Die In Some Obscure Or Pointless Way.

For Those Who Know The Value Of And Exquisite Taste Of Solitary Freedom (for One Is Only Free When Alone), The Act Of Leaving Is The Bravest And Most Beautiful Of All.

To Be Alone Is To Be Free, And Freedom Was The Only Happiness Accessible To My Nature.

I Will Always Be Haunted By Thoughts Of A Sun-drenched Elsewhere.